words

poets of imaginary laughter, with blazing, emerald immortality.

Tainted and Backward

I had a dream last night of a man who could cure people of their ailments by evoking the inner animal within them.     He would whisper something to the sickly, and they would freeze; their skin growing ashen and out from underneath them, an animal with black fur would run away.   "People…

Sunrise

//circa February 2015 The clouds looked like ash against the pre-sunrise sky. Two restless souls stirred in their respective twin sized beds, separated by a great divide, both wary of the preceding night and all of its humanistic highs and lows. This strange, beautiful view is what Fernando, as he likes to be called, gets…