slumbering in the fires

tonight i slept and while sleeping i dreamt and while dreaming i felt and ideated i was forgiven. it was a dream usurping actuality, ...

in madness i am chasing, chasing, chasing you or something like you. forlorn and devoid of hope. i've eradicated the sleep fr...

in those late hours of night when that sound deep in my skull, vivid, crisp, and precise, of splintering bone reverberates, casc...

i've crossed the valleys and you crossed yourself as i approached. the sparrows gasped, now short of breath like these dying days, ...

the sun screeches up upon the sky like hyenas drunk on blood and murder. i search for your house to set it ablaze. i am a broken, clu...

the grains of salt that you discard, they are measurable by length and width and height. they too have a dimension and once a purpose...

we are the eaters of bees with our swollen guts and distended bowels, strung out on the sweetness we search for the adjuvant, the h...

i think my biggest problem is envy. it is a stink not easily gotten rid of. it is petty and shitty and ugly to look at. it infects with...

from here i can see for miles and miles. the rumpled landscape blown away to dust at the edges and the days seem to be all short ...

i awake, my blood coagulated and thick, ebbs through constricted capillaries in sluggish waves. the chill creeps its way along th...

the western wind soft upon the beating wing. whispers in the plumage. 'forth, forth, against me you must glide. i am the lift req...

the slow and fragile gliding of this parabolic arc the humming of the fast wing a wavering heart napping in the numinous soil, dre...

the king is dead!! has been for a fortnight probably longer. but we ignore that inconvenient fact and stalwart our praise of him agai...

i am the baying of the wolves at pre dawn when that shiver trickles up your spine. i am the late hours, the hunger suppressed, a fe...

watch out!! for the gods, they have become careless. as the teeth of dawn sink into the night and let your days, where nothing your ...

the arrows cling to my flesh and the stones! oh the stones, they reverberate through my splintered bones.

i'm not sure i can handle the past. these quotidian visitations. with all the aches and grief, with all its remembered panic and w...

melancholia, or the darkening of the blood. in the deepest part of the night, (3:23 a.m. to 4:47 a.m.) i take great comfort in the ...

the future billows into the winds, whipping the last trees. and in the lowly rustle we lose our way. marching, oh so bravely, into...

you, supine in your divinity, as these perfect days prove to be our last. and out hearts give over to chaos and madness. the sky i...