The God moves through the grassland
The God moves through the grassland, with steady, intestinal intent, mountains move largely unseen. I have three shards of glass criss-crossed on the sucking mud,… Read More »The God moves through the grassland
Poetry
Baneful magick’s soft release
Nothing left of me but a shadow, you can take my body, my family, my heart, my empathy, dreams and goals, possessions and money, identity,… Read More »Baneful magick’s soft release
A panic attack happens on a Tuesday night
The last trance hit like a drop of liquid lysergic and then flaked away. But not before the pollinators dropped, dead flowers at their feet… Read More »A panic attack happens on a Tuesday night
My Bright Ghost Hands
The darkness, is incomplete on a trail through the gumbo limbo hammock we watch shadows, pivot and shift. A break in the canopy reveals an… Read More »My Bright Ghost Hands