Is full of ghosts and 3 headed dogs, who germinate aconite bites blooming from barren anthracite, casting bones of ammonite in a fusion of green, the underworld queen traces you & I in our queerness, growing asymmetrical like moss, in imperfect profusions. She laughs, and spits seeds into the pitted
The keepers of the written words sat in the brisk spring air, the fire crackling in the center of their circle, sending sparks up high into the navy night. “This one is for the gods of grief,” the newest one said. She tossed her packet on the flames. “Grief is
Window is Born Window is born Default properties X, Y, color Window has child Sprites (Open Photoshop sprites my beautiful children I have forgotten ) My fingers drop code blocks like dough too dry to clump { Fold these } Window spawns sprite, buttons, text Dangling children growing features Primitive
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[On Crafting A] Throne World “Opinor ergo sum” — — my pen singing in the same key as a birthday candle’s dulcet surrender a wailing mother, a cooling Glock, an emergency call to prayer, a kiss hello, a welcome home. Of all the realms hidden between your synapses,
The trees, shedding, drop an accumulation of colored leaves across the forest floor. The animals, passing, observe their falling and interpret them like tarot cards. Those leaves make the shape of a Pegasus about to take flight. The birds take solace in the image, knowing their journey will be
cresting white dunes, a long, hot trek—watchsidewinders slither across the ghostly bonesof a prehistoric sea taste the alkali, the bitterness of lost waters against your thick tongue; the mirage in the distance taunts you with your thirst when you close your eyes plesiosaurs swim nearby— pressure bands
First, it was wine and an assortment of cheeses. Then a walk through the park, the jasmine air slithering mildly between them. Later, on her porch, when a younger couple might have kissed in fleeting secrecy, she said, “Can I interest you in a tour of my museum?” Yes, he
The Seezali ship is visible ahead, darting in and out of asteroids as it approaches. Its crew apparently believes they are invisible but we Kalahamar can see through any cloaking device. The ship is twice the size of ours, but this won’t matter once we employ the Contraction. The thing
It was like this: she was there until she wasn’t In the time it takes for the sun to dip below the ground She left everyone Towards new sights and new sounds New quiet like quiet she’d never known before New darkness like the darkness behind your eyelids can’t hold
