Apparently, I have a cute injury but the diagnosis doesn’t match the damage. Damaged road ahead. Caution! Scurvy crew working. What? I didn’t know the city paid for that. Bunnies on the moon huh? Damn. Then I could never live there because of my horrendous allergy. Thanks for the idea Sargent Newt. What is toContinue reading “Cyclobenzaprine: (Noun) A muscle relaxant used for muscle spasms or acute injury”
Tag Archives: Surrealism
Ifrit & Enki
Flame tongue lights fires burning ideas to rampant ash blowing in a flurry and stuffing itself down the vacuous pit swallowing water spouts fuming funneling fantasies two smash like broken glass pieces of perspectives combined catastrophes coalesce in sun bursts
Little Square
That little square. That right there. That little, itty-bitty square. Do you see it? Silly little thing. Do you see its bruise as it tries to move? Do you know why? Is it something recognizable? The square that moves like a circle. A circumference it does not have A mobility it must not have becauseContinue reading “Little Square”
The Woman who Thought She Could do Everything
She couldn’t. She tried. It broke her she cried. Unfinished.
Goodbye: Khoda Hafez
It was about seven o’clock in the morning in the year 1993 when my mother decided to sit me down at the faded yellow picnic table that we used as a dinning room table. I remember sitting there on the hard wood chair and giggling softly as the chair rocked back and forth due toContinue reading “Goodbye: Khoda Hafez”
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Frightening Snowflakes
Imagine a snowflake. No. A real one. One you held in your hand as a child. A kiss of cold. Yes, exactly. Even if you have never held a snowflake, I’m assuming that you didn’t just sit there blankly. Staring at these words. Thinking of nothing. I’m sure you at least tried to imagine whatContinue reading “Frightening Snowflakes”
Frequencies
Sometimes, I see things everywhere and wish they would resonate at a lower frequency. But sometimes, it doesn’t resonate at all, and these are the times I am most frightened.
The Woman: Sawed in Half
The Beast of Life
It never comes calling, but I keep yelling. I have to find it. Hunt it down Corner it Funny thing is… I cornered it, and the bastard fought back. Snarling it snapped recoiling from my attack a flurry of memories fists of future prospects tumbling together defeated it lay and I walked away but, itContinue reading “The Beast of Life”
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