If

My pen is bleeding on the paper, As love is bleeding in my heart, These words are bare truth, So sing them to your music, And play this music on my trembling soul strings,

Cascade / The Circus

kenneth koch's poem 'The Circus' re-imagined as a trojan horse virus in a hackneyed cyberpunk novel. First draft!
Cherry

An important message

I watch her gentle brown curls fall, her eyes begin to mist and her throat, coarse and hopeless as she answers the phone. There has been another tragedy,

Broken Toys by the Side of the Road (A Christmas Fairy Tale Part III)

And then there were three. (with a little editing.)
Cherry

Passion Pit's Sleepyhead

I wish I could animate, but here's the next best thing. What I imagine when I listen to Passion Pit's Sleepyhead

humanity-as a lost obsession

Robotic poetry in the form of an essay-how fun!

The Summer of Winters

Breath forms grapes of mist in vanishing clouds like budding flowers in the gardens of Babylon, in the Summertime,would have been as all along my lane frost feathers the stone

Gull

A gull circles with an anguished cry Guile!Guile! As waves gently smash his flawless shores pushing pebbles and bits of wood in long drifting lines of debris higher up the sandy walls

Can't start a fire without a light 2

"You're late!" Abigail snapped. Then another Claire appeared. "Who's she?" "Her name is Sarah Albright. She's going to be living with us." "She's a clone, isn't she?" "Abigail, don't say that."
Cherry

Every Picture Tells a Story

Fancies himself an artist...

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