Tag Archives: romanticism
Baby Byron didn’t yet have language, so he twisted and contorted his face into a mask, a distressed aria sounding his discomfort. That it was existential, and not hunger, thirst, tiredness, or physical pain, meant nothing to him. Without language … Continue reading
Teeth of a bandsaw, roaring through grist for the mill– Stories make warm ghosts.
After the deluge, the horns lost their bright voices– Swing low, sweet chariot.
Excerpt from “Stray Passages: My time in San Francisco lasted a little over a month and would have been even shorter if not for Diana. I arrived and decided to check into a hostel in North Beach. I picked North … Continue reading
Excerpt from “Stray Passages” Greyhound: A sleek, streamlined, swift-as-the-wind breed of dog. A coughing, sputtering, wheezing, smoke-blowing mutt, prone to flea infestation. I spent a great deal of my twenties canned inside the dank sweaty armpit of travel Americana: … Continue reading