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Part I: Their ship wasn't meant for oars, but they brought them above deck anyway. They tied the sails down, securing them with ropes to...

Everyone is called here once in their life. Some die on the journey; rarely will a person die before the feeling consumes them: the...

i.  Templum Having spilled spells over wine-slick lips, the skies divide. The augur marks the passing of each avian pilgrim. From their...

I buried the truth near here, near this bench. In the park, yes; I panicked. I know how I must look: a woman unmoored, wild haired,...

Once there was a farm called Green Shoots, tucked away far from downtown on a scrubby little plot of land. Neighbors swore the soil...

I imagine the planets signing our name. I circle ideas with grease pencil and x others out. My best friend warns of a smear campaign. I...

My back breaks, a few vertebrae from the bottom. Arms go knuckles fuse legs snap my blood is now sap. Limbs expand up and out leaves...

I, too, have been in the underworld like Odysseus, and shall be there often yet … -   Friedrich Nietzsche Tripping into court Morality...

Dank thurible of oil and pine; A congregation draped in dust: paddles, oars, and mouldy sails; surfboards, lawn chairs, bits and bobs....

We are a speck of dust on the Universe’s shelf. Everyone is dead or dying and if they aren’t, then they’re simply unaware. These are the...

His dark, penetrating eyes are gazing right at you, inviting you to connect, to be your true self, conscious and present. And at the same...

she boiled rocks, you know on the stove to get rid of the spirits. an image of an elderly helen of troy one that did not disappear with...

David Bowie came to me in a great big dream. I’d just finished talking with Salvador Dali, he’d been teaching me how to make a million by...

Ripples in the canals are the only warning you get. They’re also the last thing most people see. When feeding starts, you’d better hope...

The witch like me—the witch always sees— The four elements in harmony North South East West Skeleton fisherman Purges the depths....

The parchment will eventually go thin / you’ll brush it gently and yet it’ll tear / there’s no cure for the impending age / forget any...

I drive west from White Sulphur Springs in my black and bruised 2005 Silverado model 2500 4x4 Heavy Duty up 7% grades hauls easily 20,000...

I breathe the cursed air haunted fog with spectral halos white horse waves roll at my feet tossing dead souls as a sacrifice I tried to...

Upon his departure from his horrible, sinful life, he was not greeted by fire and brimstone. There was not light, there was not the...

Hanging Babylon, fig trees of dream—uncut oasis, liquor of sun. Perfect Babylon: a sceptre, ailing queen, a gospel of hoaxes preachers...