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We are a speck of dust on the Universe’s shelf. Everyone is dead or dying and if they aren’t, then they’re simply unaware. These are the...

His dark, penetrating eyes are gazing right at you, inviting you to connect, to be your true self, conscious and present. And at the same...

David Bowie came to me in a great big dream. I’d just finished talking with Salvador Dali, he’d been teaching me how to make a million by...

The parchment will eventually go thin / you’ll brush it gently and yet it’ll tear / there’s no cure for the impending age / forget any...

I drive west from White Sulphur Springs in my black and bruised 2005 Silverado model 2500 4x4 Heavy Duty up 7% grades hauls easily 20,000...

I breathe the cursed air haunted fog with spectral halos white horse waves roll at my feet tossing dead souls as a sacrifice I tried to...

Upon his departure from his horrible, sinful life, he was not greeted by fire and brimstone. There was not light, there was not the...

Danielle extended a long white leg into a long white stocking and watched without interest as servants hooked the delicate lace into...

The end of life is a beautiful woman beside you; her yellow self cast forth from the yellow lamp: a buzzing papilio yellow-robed, red...

The hills of home were hewn with gray—gray, gray, gray—haunting gray. Their house stood silent, still, upon the hill—it never...

Rain slickened the cobbled steps up the long road to the professor's home. The home had stood on its mountain perch for over four hundred...

My toes curl into the sand on a New England shore / thousands of miles (even years) from another world. My ancestors lived by the moon,...

Enticed by the soft pine-needle floor, I trace the ridgeline upon a whisper of a trail where the ghosts of Indigenous peoples chip arrow...

Gravel crunched beneath two pairs of dirty sneakers, filling the empty afternoon. A loud ping echoed over the field as a rock ricocheted...

“And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.” —Friedrich Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil, IV, 146 A light touch...

He dreamed the red dream of blood falling in rivers from a cliff. He stood beneath, drinking it, knowing he would never be hungry again....

I’ve had dreams of demons Visiting me under the velvet blanket of night— When most would wake With shivers of fear, These are the least...

Abandoned for years, the red farmhouse became a landmark in my childhood, glimpsed from the school bus. It sits well back from the road...

I will tell them about the delectation, the solar burst of my heart: how twice it softly jolted me out of the sleep-verge like a glowing...

I have not felt the comfort of sleep since my third death. It’s been twenty, maybe twenty-five days since I last tasted the stain of the...