Vempyreal
I watched it in the summer; I watched it in the winter: a memory without a middle name on which I never was to have a claim--- you left it there to…
Hypnagogia, Chapter 1: Emily 1
Emily Barna woke up with a start from her long nap. Wide-eyed, she sat upright on her seat, and glared out of the windshield into the endless road's…
“Remembrance” and “Ballad”
Remembrance Damp data, streams that flood bare drives with images (still lives forever past), drop from the voids between cells, tissues soft and…
“Procession” and “Live Streams”
Procession The morning ammil had not thawed after the rain and breeze all night cold valleys inland turned to white. Yet, under silence buried,…
Mid-2022 Ramblings
I should have killed myself so long ago… It's way too late, now. Might as well live on, if only to annoy the powers that be and hate our guts. They'd…
Early 2022 Ramblings
I should have killed myself so long ago, but what's the point in suicide? It must remain the privilege of gods and monsters, and though a weirdo and…
The Tunnel
“We shape a figure of our fantasy, Call nothing something, and run after it And lose it, lose ourselves too in the search …” Elizabeth Barrett…
“Temptation, and the Fruit of Bitterness,” “Born in Dreamland,” “In the End,” and “Betrayal”
Temptation, and the Fruit of Bitterness Out of myself I stood and looked and saw, so cold, aloof, the very subtle murmur hooked on the astute, dull…
