“Poeme,” “Seven is a Holy Number,” and “The Bazaar”

Poeme i am the bigghey .. poetry,,, additionally it is the gay ` look at the words on the page how do they make you feel? it makes me feel…


Yellow Snow

Carmino sits bolt-upright on his cot, gasping. THOOM-THOOM! comes the shudder of rockets, of artillery, striking nearer and nearer. The ceiling…


Café

I. I am a writer, or so I tell myself, so I style myself, despite having produced very near nothing of actual substance. “This is typical of my…


Neon Life

Everything in the hotel room is slick and cold. Obsidian’s yin-void throws white marble’s yang-glow in stark contrast; the underlit tiles shine as…


Walk

Each morning, I wake an hour before my alarm, and residual weariness keeps me in bed until it goes off, but the worry of missing it makes me roll…