Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
~I walk the sunny block. As I round a corner, there are three young girls ahead of me. I wear dark glasses, a toque, coat and mitts. One girl looks back quickly, and seems to speak to the others. They quicken their pace. A mother suns herself, follows me with her eyes. I sadden.~ [Image:... Continue Reading →
On the tilted table I lie. Sore arm injected with serum. Paralysis abides. In the dim, I see tools hanging, dangling, clanking in the vacuumed wind of a swiftly opened door. And, in walks DeSade. Aye, what will it be today? says he. (From his trouser belt hang more questionable instruments.) *He pushes a little... Continue Reading →
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