In the Mayhem of Silence

It all went limp –the bags, the cobwebs, the rain.even the chains – even the chains,draped loose as curtains, brush the floor.Even the gray stain on the pillow slippeda bit before pausing, the hinge unhung the door.And all the several fibrous hums –the fridge, the gripe, the train, the pipe –an octave lower than before. […]

Splattershot #4

On the face of it is a mountain. Below that, orange sinus. And in the long drip of it, down to the lip of it, a snot thing crawls. But I took it on the chin, lurching up to the clime where leaves resolve to needles, and the white cliffs fall like beetles in a […]