Feathers like slivers of glinting glass scattered across frozen asphalt in the moonlight, you dazzling creatures flying to the edge of the world’s memory, to the edge of civilization, to the […]
I. We all like to sit and tell ourselves that fools gilded high school high red eye dropout of a lie: we’re safe. With that: good LUCK. You go enjoy […]
You, my luminary dans mon liminaire. Flexed the muscle open the door out of the institution foot forbidden to fall just yet on the other side of the frame. Les […]
Indie Thursdays, A Year Of Writing Podcast: Melissa Jordan Go ahead and check out that link up there. It will link you to a Podcast on a blog called “A […]
What does that empty eyed woman wanderer wait for, when snow silently swirling, spills shivering idolatries of illumined icicles in the image of Ingwaz?
“Nestlings, what have you done?” Whispered the wild wind. “We don’t know what you’re talking about we’ve only just begun. “To shake the branches, loosen our nest, peck and blemish all […]
Every morning she begins her descent to start her day, grey floor, walls dripping with blood maroon paint. Every morning the start of the day’s din, raucous and carefree, like […]
Golden fire breathing dragon doesn’t speak. It’s not allowed to do so. Maybe fire breathing dragon scorches symbols to get its point across.
When I sit to write, the mind whirling in racing thought’s flurry, stops. Galaxies of thoughts drift slowly away. When I sit to write, faucets, traffic, clocks, futility’s noise, stops. […]
To he who escapes, instead of charging into battle, this young quarter century barely understands, forgives his absence, yet imagines: reveling in words of fictional riches and love is more sane than accepting childhood’s biting belt, and hoary destitution. […]