figments
At the end of this world there is no god but the Reverend’s child. They crouch with stick figure dolls between the metal crates that are stacked and…
i cut myself loose from gravity, spenda homesick light year crying about theview out the window. so much empty,and only my body to fill it. pick a star…
NOTE: Aspects of history have been changed to suit the purposes of this story. I didn’t believe what I said on that April day at the United Nations,…
bridges collapse and highway exits burn.three hundred miles of razor wire / glass / salt. i call home at two a.m. and only the silencepicks up. i’m the…
Snowflakes gracefully hit the groundCrushed conifer cones lay scattered Smoke drifts away from warm bodies One man grabs his metallic circular shades Reflection of thoughts trapped in two framesLowering them, he…
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