Tag Archives: surreal
Wafting from afar, the intimate rumor of a divine toy, a cryptic plaything, implications in tow. A tonic and pacifier of blank rages; buoy and anti-freeze to sudden plunges into sub-zero climate. These conditions cannot be bested, but they can … Continue reading
Many people in my life have been consumed by fiction. Fiction is a monster. Fiction is a glutton. Like ego, like an insatiable wrath, it never gets enough, is never satisfied. Fiction has consumed and absorbed many people in my … Continue reading
Servicing joy’s turn, feet pray upon fertile ground– Grace, joined at the hip.
Every portal an incubator for change– Time’s infinite jest.
A glowing invite is not always what it seems– Void’s trick of the light.
Anxiety’s veil, torn to shreds in the ether– abyss staring back.
Civilization, compromised in the center, closed in on itself.
The other woman is not always who you think– matching fingerprints.
After countless years of mind-numbing routine, strolling up and down the avenue where she shopped for groceries and clothing and listlessly scavenged storefront windows with vicarious pleasure, on October 13th the housewife experienced a foreign sensation, astonishment, freighted with terror, … Continue reading