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  • The Art Form of Envy

    The red sun rakes the grass, caressing the metal holding the hefty tabletop desk, where he vigorously scribbles his visions on the paper, bowing and stretching to the breeze, held down by his left, pictures etched with his right. Lead whiskers coordinated on the page, his hand blends shapes in the page, morphed from ideas… Read more

  • Of Faith and Fate

    I gaze over Terra, beyond the boundariesOf the swaying tree lines and washing winds,that divide fantasy from reality,and vigorously choke wicked courage from my lips. I stand steady on the spilling cliffof sweltering memories, screaming death and defiance,stealing faith with condemning fate,drifting off the path of elegance and empathy. I regain footing in free fall,and… Read more

  • Inventory of Our Words

    They crack the safes hidden in our portrait of communication. an intercourse of social science, flooding the streets of civilized city structures, isolating outstretched pastures beyond urban diction. We paint the portraits of expressive thinking. They map the blueprints for oratorical robbery. The rural fires of our desires are diminished. The ashes scraped into our… Read more

  • Night’s Turbines

    Awake in the presence of Night, he claims the dreams from me, and leads me onto my feet. Noxious whispers clutch my lungs, and drill madness into my bones. The mocking shadows hide behind night’s body, stretching to the yellow walls. I shoot my arms through Night’s body and grip the switch of illuminating armor.… Read more

  • The Death of a Crane

    She laid down the pen. Gently, she closed the diary as she placed it on the table. Leona finally decided to step through the door. She saw the light in the distance as Death took her hand and guided her towards the soft glow. She was gone. Her family stood around her bed, stricken by… Read more

  • Frostbite Lobotomy

    Doctor Moreau retracts his claws, says,“You are running out of time,” says,“Your eyes are falling out,” says,“Your spirits are escaping your sockets.” “Don’t let us go,” my eyes screech.“You have no say,” the doctor responds, “Your ears have developed cochmognitis.”I don’t understand.I ask. He responds.“Your ears wake no frozen rivers.” says,“No tinny frequencies can unfasten… Read more