Just so you know,you have,without anesthesia,surgically excisedmy heartwith your cold scalpel,cauterized,pulverized it into powder,doused it in lighter fluid andflambéed it,pounded it with your ballpeen hatredlike rancid meat,scored it with your…
I sensed the end was near whenI heard The Voice call out to me,“Kill the light, I’m tryin’ to sleep’ here!”I had awakenedin a dead hour,a sharp pain in my…
My white kite tail fightsa bloodred, turbulent skyabove a scorched earth
By R.H. Nicholson Honestly,I thought fires would flair anddebris would tumbleweed in the streets,that the power would intermittently surge andcell phone service would be spotty at bestwhen it all fantasticallycollapsed.I…