Salvos of memories sail through her mind, each one its own galleon, sloop, barque, frigate forming a most daunting navy. Metal rubs against metal so that no man can see the surface of the sea for her might. Nostalgic sadness, nostalgic gladness — like flotsam turned to bombs shoved in cannons — erupt in battle…
Little flame flickers, licking the air. Afraid to lose its new life, it longs to linger, Made, it decides, to devour with devastating tongue. Partial to pure oxygen, it savors the Sylvan, Looking for tree leaves to flesh out its form. Initiator of warmth for night-bound humans, Greed and impatience urge its emergence. Hurried steps…
As a snake newly shed, wet and glistening and ready to be pricked by hawk’s talon, your body slithers along mine. Dripping poison by the Nile’s tides, perfectly positioned to penetrate, your pointed fangs are sharp pearls I covet to adorn my neck and breast — Beast! Anubis would envy your ease of transformation to…
Soft, yet not like silk — this is soft like a bison’s lips nibbling on prairie grass; like a prairie dog’s warm nose, nuzzling another in a snug burrow; like a burrowing rabbit’s legs kicking, flopping ears across eyes, tooth, and claw; like claws of a cat withholding force just so in play with almost-prey.…
TW: psychiatric ward settingLila Andromeda was born May 18, 1999 to migrant parents who trusted lucky numbers. The five points of a pyramid: a solid foundation to finalize and begin. Hello and welcome, that’s right, breathe, you’re on Earth with us now were their first words to her, immortalized in Momma’s diary. Lila called her…
UPDATE: Official release will be February 23, 2023. A book is coming...! In between not finding a good cover, changing the name, adding and removing poems, and working on other collections simultaneously, Dystopia Down got WAY pushed back. Obviously, since 2021 came and went with no book in sight. The new tentative release date is…
Ocher eyes glazed with flames gaze at outstretched wings and grow muddy lashes long, thick as tied twine rising into sky. She loops the strands ‘round Heron’s feet while blindly digging pale nails in her own flabby flesh, grasping at sick bones — like ballast, she throws them overboard her living blimp, praying with enough…
Pitter-patter of bottlebrush tailssnap fast in fallen leaves that clatter and clangwith dashed-hope brothers, thengrow silent a moment to brightendemon’s deepest dark spacesin places blocked from any sunlighttrickle, ripple, stream, and glow.See the cattails by the marsh clearingwave and bend, almost break yet hold,bold strength in stalk given by good roots. Relentless groaning, shaking,crawling and…
Hell’s fairies fly before my field of valley’s vision, with wasp wings like wisps of black smoke and flaking ash. Spindly legs convulse across cool glass as they search for an eave to place a hexagonal portal for demon drones to enter this dimension. Born in window periphery, minute evil larvae deftly dart in and…
I will fall to follow I will fall to ground dirt smearing my face to follow I will fall to follow your subterranean descent dirt smears my face to find your descent so I may follow your hellish stairs I climb climb, clamber the stairs your spirit tumbled down to hell I shall tumble to…
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