Humans and their little affairs, their little lives, their little cares,their tiny obstacles, their massive woes,their tragic backstories, and triumphant blowstheir little saviors, their tiny flavors, their… Read more “The Feast of Terrestrial Worms”
Tag: life
The Deeply Taboo Needle Drop
You’ve no sway over your height but you can put on heels to defy itYou’ve no control of the circumstances of your birth, each one of us… Read more “The Deeply Taboo Needle Drop”
Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA
Let me put you down as your favorite pick me upLet me hang around when you’re sure you’ve had enoughTell me to bring it when I have… Read more “Thoughts on Love at the Annual WereHyena Fight Poetry Workshop in Carmichael, CA”
The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron
…and it’s the wanting more that is so pain-inducingmore minutes, more financial stability, more ways to manufacture palpability masquerading as happinessmore comforts, more friends, more slaves- there… Read more “The Farouche Corpse Flies of Metatron”
The Mad Merciless Thunder Mouth Strikes Again
The free-write rant begins… Today I feel out of sorts I don’t feel like I belong anywhere I don’t feel any really strong attachment to anything or… Read more “The Mad Merciless Thunder Mouth Strikes Again”
Allergic to Homemade Hot Arsenic
There are no more jarring jabs and hateful rhetoric spewed seasonally around kitchen tablesbut the heaviness of a course of common burnt clay bricks push down on… Read more “Allergic to Homemade Hot Arsenic”
Creating Drugs on a Starship to Ataraxia
Happy. Am I happy?And if I’m not happy what do I think it would take to be happy?What does a full happy healthy life look like for… Read more “Creating Drugs on a Starship to Ataraxia”
The Day that Christ Stuffed Figs into Chekov’s Gun
the winning hand avoids the breakdown that has kissed emotionally debilitative takedownsand silences the hystericsso that the extreme stress becomes sillinessand the dissipating psychosis flipsfurrowed frowns upside… Read more “The Day that Christ Stuffed Figs into Chekov’s Gun”
The Conjunction Fallacy of Snoutfair Immersion
Authenticity is so divisiveit stands out against a backdrop of nothingnesscutting through the blank fabric of existencewith sharp points and dangling modifiersand weight and pressure on top… Read more “The Conjunction Fallacy of Snoutfair Immersion”
No Word of a Lie This
Slept and thought about it…. I’ve NEVER met you but haven’t you flaked on me TWICE already?! Weren’t you supposed to come over and didn’t or somethingand… Read more “No Word of a Lie This”
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 