Went to sleep after 0:00 hours. Cat wakes me meowing at door. I dreamt that Laura wanted to marry me and i shushed a brown crying baby who was too small for his age by walking down into a parking lot and showing him snow on the Superstition Mountains and Four Peaks and Red Mountain […]Read more "Like Cracking Bones Make Noise"
songs of unemotive sex (begging validation for this shipwreck) cut the breath from my throat my chest suffocated and compressed beneath the weight of your significance and the breeze of night seeps in blue over the sky when you’ll crawl over me and we’ll suffocate again running water over glass bones with shallow intakes of […]Read more "Songs of Unemotive Sex"
(To be read Out Loud.) at once the thing about New York is that I can go out each and every single day differently it’s the Great Perhaps the Wide Unknown I’m a Ghost I’m a Writer I choose to be a Pirate today and today I am Royalty and I feel as though this […]Read more "AT ONCE"
1/26/12 I’m going to freeze my ass off in New York. And it’s sixty degrees here in San Fransisco. The houses and buildings are awesome and characteristic. None of them are very tall, it just seems so because of all the sudden peaks, valleys, and drastic elevation changes. I’ve seen a few people standing in […]Read more "Standing Ground"
Originally posted on Thoughts on Fantasy:
Photo by Andrei Oprinca via Flickr CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 If you’re a paranormal fantasy reader you might find this scenario familiar: The main character, Mary Sue, has finally cottoned on to the fact that things around her aren’t quite what they seem. In fact, things are getting downright weird.…
Originally posted on bluevelvetjacket:
Today is the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, and its also Holocaust Memorial Day. There were countless victims of the genocide, however one of the most famous is Anne Frank. Someone once asked me ‘Who’s Anne Frank?’ which really surprised me as I thought she was a universally well…
She wakes…face to face with me… Looking up…looking down… Side to side…inside out… Upside down mirrors of art… Reflecting wild poetry in our eyes… Music?…soft but in primal breath loud… Tribal drum hearts…even louder… Silent bodies hunting… Predator and prey… Opportunistic equals… Inertia before we pounce… We rip our souls open… With eyelashes and lips… […]Read more "Dispatch -Max Bondovic"