I Hate When I Am Loving You
Break Up Poems Why don’t you leave? My thoughts, my home? Desert, run and flee- my heart an icy stone. Turn my memories into ashes. Burn them and make me forget! Your eyes,...
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Tonal Stitching
How do we keep up this farce? If this question is directed at me tell you what get two strands of thread and a needle pray real hard to sterilize the point prick your...
Malfunction on the Morning Commute
A new light illuminates the dashboard. I divert to Midas, in vain, as the shop opens at 7:30. I don’t have time to wait. The manual says that the light indicates my tire pressure...
Slow Travel: Fighting Bulls in Navarre
Essay When you stand in front of a bull and incite it to charge, with nothing more than a flannel cape in hand, the first thing you notice is the animal’s speed… As in, it’s extremely fast. The...
In a Castle Full of Dreams
Poem In a castle full of dreams I linger, long forgotten the light of reality, a reality that’s full of stupid duality, and how stupid am I to take brutality as a long-forgotten trait...
Snail Eyes
Short Story I once knew a girl that painted the most realistic eyes onto the backs of snail shells. Willow was her name and she was by far absolutely brilliant at it. The eyeballs...
A Strange Occurrence At The Belmont Motel
Short Story Fred Ferkel’s eyes thrust open to a dim-lit bedroom. He let them focus for a moment on the spinning ceiling fan and then carefully slithered out from the covers like a legless...
