Poetry
1 min
Poetry
1 min
A coffin full of silk
She has the gift of sight, she sees the words
he speaks. He has the gift of song he sings, ... [+]
he speaks. He has the gift of song he sings, ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
1 min
Prison of flesh
Death.
The process and length of the decay of flesh, any flesh, depends. Little things. Big things. Many things. But generally once the rot has set in, this process is irreversible. You see ... [+]
The process and length of the decay of flesh, any flesh, depends. Little things. Big things. Many things. But generally once the rot has set in, this process is irreversible. You see ... [+]
Short Fiction
1 min
The other place
Here in this place of other, I am an observer.
On an eerily tall mountaintop, I stand. It’s dark shadows and peaks crawling high up into the ether, allowing for a birds eye view of the world ... [+]
On an eerily tall mountaintop, I stand. It’s dark shadows and peaks crawling high up into the ether, allowing for a birds eye view of the world ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Ode to the Wanderer
Poetry
1 min
Monday Legacy
Every day muzzled by mundane decisions.
Here lie tombstones of paperwork filled with ... [+]
Here lie tombstones of paperwork filled with ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Gollum and Smeagol
Poetry
1 min
Rise
Short Fiction
4 min
Strange Territory
A.
Floating
Tethered by a single cord.
There is a steady beat. Like a drum that shakes every cell. There is darkness, but I feel surrounded and held. It is so warm, and safe? Maybe. The ... [+]
Floating
Tethered by a single cord.
There is a steady beat. Like a drum that shakes every cell. There is darkness, but I feel surrounded and held. It is so warm, and safe? Maybe. The ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Portrait
Poetry
1 min
Through hell and back again
Poetry
1 min
MAD- My Abysmal Dilemma
To which part of me is called sanity, I wonder
When the ocean of my eyes swept away the thunde ... [+]
When the ocean of my eyes swept away the thunde ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
3 min
The Caretaker
“I need to deposit money into the bank.” He said as he kept moving about his room and picking up objects and moving them somewhere else. I gestured to him to keep quiet and I tried to coax him back to
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Poetry
1 min
I Visit Dick
I visit Dick around ten o’clock. Dick’s this big guy,
6’5 or 6’6 or something, broad chested ... [+]
6’5 or 6’6 or something, broad chested ... [+]