“I remember you, Dyon, when you were nothin’ more than a lovesick little boy. Oh, look bored and exasperated all you please, but—you had a soul then, and you weren’t afraid of happin… more →
Story Hordewrote 1 year ago: “I remember you, Dyon, when you were nothin’ more than a lovesick little boy. Oh, look b … more →
wrote 1 year ago: This is either the last or second-to-last poem before we return to our regularly programmed nonsense … more →
wrote 1 year ago: This is filler while I’m in Wisconsin. When I get back, I’ll be practically a doctor AND … more →
wrote 1 year ago: I’m gonna go have an exciting adventure for a few weeks, so enjoy some poems in the meantime. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The roots, thicker and more twisted than any serpent, squirmed and curled from the tree, divided the … more →
wrote 1 year ago: My bad on skipping last week… I started one segment five different times before I just ripped … more →
wrote 1 year ago: The Swans The swans glide with hard white coercion. “The bagels,” they mouth. “The … more →
wrote 1 year ago: “So, all this…” Matty gestures expansively, vaguely, around his spot on the slide. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Dea’s smoke puffs into slow-furling insects, dragonflies curlicuing around me, hanging low and … more →
wrote 1 year ago: [AN: This will be continued, probably in about a week.] A man—far too long, inconspicuously lanky—lo … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Girls with green hair are running helter skelter through the landscape of my ambition, over the crag … more →
wrote 1 year ago: I may not have noticed Dyon’s return right away, but Calla’s never been too subtle. I … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Calla sleeps slung in the branches of stunted city trees and wakes only when the new moon calls. Sin … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Like so many before it this summer, an insomniatic walk has led me around and over town, under sidew … more →