We watch angels sneak away to snort particles of light. We see their faces brighten into pure volcanoes. We see their wings move like hummingbird whisks as they furtively resume their mandated orbits. For angels can only shirk circumnavigation of the divine for the briefest snap.… Read More
A scattered bit of bits. I am an old woman wearing a huge bag on her back, picking up little threads and stuffing them inside for later. I’m an aggregator of my own content. I’m a damaged archive.
– When you divide something in half, it becomes half, and each time it separates again it becomes half and half and half of what it was before.… Read More
Morpheus hovers in the black bog sky. Everything has been crisped by otherworldly lightning. Starry buffalo churn the black-butter clouds. Morpheus’ sooty will works itself outward from spindly fingertips. The door vibrates. Disembodied faces bathe their words in tar. The saddle we put on our day comes off like a loose swimsuit in this bizarre Dalinian night.… Read More
Sometimes your evening falls down the stairway. It is a stone stairway so the following morning is a sad mess of eggshell shrapnel. This situation births a careful afternoon of reserved dancing, of passing time in very calculated sips. But this formal cavalcade soon loses itself, its edges growing fuzzy, its center whirling out of place.… Read More
Zebulun’s comet flashes like a derailed pendulum. A hot stone mad with joules.
The vast temple in the void. A slow tomb full of elegant regret. The portal is always open, is always closed. The whistle of space being compressed. We believe danger dances most truthfully when death closes its eyes before throwing the dart.… Read More