a hollow procession we laid you east (of paradise and sin), beneath the rain and its thunder twin. in the rolling fields of hollow straw, we laid you down in an earthly maw. i’ve never heard anything so terribly bleak as mother, crying, when she tried to speak. in the dialect of grief (that …
Fiction Issue
She is a mug of tea. But maybe not in the sense your mind immediately goes to where “she runs down your throat and warms your chest and makes you taste a little sweeter” but in the way where you desperately want a sip of her right that very second even when you know she’ll …
all about image is all about image self must be pulled from the shelf opened can you reach? scroll my profile click my pics check my likes increase my hits follow me like Xs follow Os emoticon kisses/hugs series of 1s & 0s encoding daily odes …
500 Pairs of Shoes It was another sultry afternoon under the scorching torture of the sun for Ben. Salty perspiration trickled freely across his sunburnt forehead drenching his thick, dark brows. The rice fields had almost been entirely ploughed, as Ben forcefully drove the blade beneath the thick mud. His stiff bones were aching; his …
All the Purple Flowers I walked down the dusty street in the light purple glow of the near-dusk, going to confront someone I had been wishing to see for a long time. There was no one around me, for the street was empty. It was so bitterly quiet that it seemed like even Jesus had …
