Your eyes are as blue / As an 80-year-old shoe / That ran the Santiago trail
the gaping maw of unimaginable void
The war we face / To let time consume, / Or wield it.
The skeletal man walks / Wing-tip shoed to work.
She reaches up with twisted hands / And wicked claws, glinting sharply.
Cute girls smoke cigars. / They cough at cigarette fumes
“The cuckoo clock ticks away”
Sterling M.Z. One, Take all your fantasies, toss them on the floor Scramble them, like eggs, like hearts, like my mind Tear them limb from limb until…… Read more “How to Break a Life”
Ally Jones I am a bird soaring high above the clouds listening to the roar of the wild wind embracing the sweet sunshine I am a wildflower…… Read more “Puzzle Pieces”
Adam Mahout You beg me for honesty, Yet you demand entertainment. Won’t you take my word …… Read more ““Why the Dark Matters””