Conversations with God “Turn left,” she says. Confused, I ask “Why?” The black box responds, “Turn left now.” “Fuck that,” I mutter, holding the car’s wheel steady. “Recalculating.” “Heavy traffic ahead,” she says. Wanting an easy ride, I exit. Suggested… Continue Reading →
Breathe Damn that rooster’s crow. I can’t catch my breath, It happened so fast: a kiss, a trial, a death. His laugh still haunts me. Turning suddenly serious after cracking jokes over dinner, his rambling about death and betrayal sounded… Continue Reading →
Searching (After John 20:15) Sobbing graveside, crypt empty and broken heart jilted by her lover. Why are you crying? Who are you looking for? We seek our gods behind grave walls too thick for invasion too deep to escape. No… Continue Reading →
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In the Beginning Bored with omnipotence, tired of bickering with brothers, the goddesses begged Mother for meaningful diversion. She labored seven years, hunched over her loom, spinning an idyllic world for her daughters to nurture where lions and lambs cavorted… Continue Reading →
An Evening at Home in an Alien World I. Sent forth with hope from a world in peril, the Traveler flees masses destitute, their leaders immoral, their lands sterile, nations embroiled in violent dispute. In a last gasp to save… Continue Reading →
Winter comforts meant to mollify tomato soup grilled cheese fuzzy throw wear thin turn trapped gazes within hungry for hibernation deep sleep of serenity eludes stares into crackling fire of mind-space scorching veneer exposing courting disaster alices into wonderland where… Continue Reading →
In Celebration of the Versatility of the Human Tongue Oh, let us wallow in the joys of the multi-talented tongue! How wondrous and magical this pink fleshy lump, this protruding pleasure center, pulling us like an overloaded wagon of sensory… Continue Reading →
No Escape Fleeting scent of rotting flora haunts forest of stripped skeletons, appendages sway in bitter breeze while, sentinel of arboreal graveyard, I keep vigil in the bowels of these bones, waiting for death to ferment. Woodland spirits disturb my… Continue Reading →
False Spring Malady unvaried in monotonous rhythm, my love retires annually to her bed, pushing away all who seek embrace. Pallid and shivering, she slumbers for months until, recovered, she returns to her responsibilities as if nothing had been amiss…. Continue Reading →
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