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I believe there is a conspiracy ongoing involving all of us. I don’t know when or where it began, nor who initiated it. They occult from...

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...

“What is your name?” I finally asked on that cold and hopeless morning, as we stood naked on the hilltop, knowing we were irredeemable....

Both are watered together, Faux-foliage and living plants, A mixture blessed by my spouse. Dampened in the early morning sun, Facets from...

Twelve of us dropped our pale feet against the ground on your orders thinking between the lines of a silk edged rope that perhaps despite...

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...

His sword shone brightly, as I drew my own. May God forgive me. I had never fought one, so bold, and so knightly who held the throne. His...

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...

Maybe we were better off When gods and monsters walked among us. When evil walked the world, But we knew it when we saw it. And the...

I nearly set the date— I always put great stock in astrology. And with our planets so aligned I moved with a false confidence. My bouts...

I once studied in the hall of mirrors, kept my back to the reflections. I never recognize myself anyway. I looked out the wall of windows...

The Empress. The Ten of Cups. The King Of Swords. First comes a strange sensation, Like a poppy racing to bloom, Or a present hastily...

My name does not matter anymore. Who I was and what I am have become one and the same: I am hungry and I have been hungry for so long now...

boxed & delighted we sit knowing now is not the time to speak whether in doting monologues or mythic verse but sit we sit holding our own...

The beloved science teacher does this every year: takes a large glass container to the front of the room, shows it to the class empty, of...

For you, I’d stand sacrificial on the plinth, neck first. Perhaps the gravest worship Is an oncoming death. My willingness to Spill. I...

Sometimes one of us rises to the surface, taking flight from the bottom of Dark Sea, where, exiled, we have stayed for so long. Defeated...

my head speak to my soul from under my pillow. I drink the occult of the night as dreams of Goddess Artemis surface. In a forest, among...

The road ahead slithers like a giant black serpent in restless desert night Fingers drum on the wheel to the beat of his demons, as...