The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act We know how the world runs. The rich do the running, the poor do the watching. No matter where we stand, we know how it operates. Among that sector of the rich are the people who literally run our world--our government. The policies they enact … Continue reading The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act
"stay rude" ~ 1997 A flood began the night Agapa’s husband left. Shutters were torn down from the aggressive vigor of the rain, and the gutters were so filled to the brim with water that Avram slipped and broke his nose on his way to his car. Agapa watched him go from the dripping window, … Continue reading Pervasive Words| Limnisa Contest Story
what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you're alive what a short, miserable … Continue reading flicker out | poem
a fantasy contest story about summer ~ Before the last mammoth went extinct, a mango tree that spread across a thousand acres bloomed with a passion for enthusiastic life. Grandiose and gorgeous, the tree too had thin green stems enwrapped about its trunk bearing flowers and the small bodies of nearly born human beings. In … Continue reading 5 Apricot Summers in the City of Makanad
Never mind your potential. Never mind your sacrifices and courage. Never mind your hours of work and diligence and persistence. Never mind the time it took and the tears it took and the friendships it took and life it took. Mind it no more. It's time for you to look beautiful and gaze upon the … Continue reading queen in a clock at 6
feeling bad feels nice head falling into a pillow, forearms rubbing against carpet. my face warm from the fire it feels so nice that I no longer feel bad at all How Long And Sweet A Dream Is On One Long And Dreamy Night. ~ accursed red: amazon and barnes and noble ❤
Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing: “Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring... they were ready... ~ Hello and hello! I took … Continue reading Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
white day in a white world perfect passing for a white girl I want the universe to turn cold. black night in a black world lovely lips for a black girl I want the universe to die. you come and pass me you come and give me you come and pass away if I want … Continue reading Gray Haze Girls | Poem/Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I've been waiting for him to come down. But I've been waiting for too long. They said he's in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won't get high enough. They want me to believe that he's safe … Continue reading Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
