The Alien with the Orange Teapot

It's funny, I'm sitting in some coffee shop in Santa Fe, drinking a house brewed kombucha, scolding myself for the hipster tendencies that crawl beneath my skin like so many sub-dermal potato bugs, or an old cough that won't go away, the remnant descendants of this season's Rhinovirus clinging to the edges of my esophagus, … Continue reading The Alien with the Orange Teapot

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How To Eat The World

Step 1: Wash your hands. This will ensure that you will not get yourself sick, the world is a disgusting place, full of bacteria and viruses and washing hands WITH SOAP is vital it is a given step in any course of events that involves feeding yourself [or food handling in general] Step 2: Take … Continue reading How To Eat The World

Days of Silence

it's all lost glue and peanut butter the cat ran away with it it's been bitten mouth to mouth Heimlich Maneuver CPR Certified purple lipped finger under nose I rub my cheek feeling the hollowed out cave where it used to sit existing in a rotating desk chair pinched between two incisors all business until … Continue reading Days of Silence

Any God Given Day, 2017

He looks to reality Up from ice and pressed bean the swipe the swipe the swipe less and less and less nothing truly there only a number slowly counting down from imagination to movement the slide to the empty well what is an existence anymore day day day earth flat or round no exploration all … Continue reading Any God Given Day, 2017

Blossom

via Daily Prompt: Blossom Standing in the locker room waiting for it all to hush fabric rubbing tightly against arms there's no way in hell this shit is a towel Maybe it could pass for a thin, white brillo pad; arms sawdust, chest hurricane, kneecaps slowly turning marble; exhalation; thoughts slow, water falls infinitely, imagining … Continue reading Blossom

The Unnamed Black of Night

deep jet black evening I'm settled on a trampoline noting in my mind how the liquid in the air distills as if the mason jar of time, once filled with ice, is now sweating onto my skin slowing sound, slowing light, slowing the imaginary workers as they dig permanent creases along my mouth; I'm feeling … Continue reading The Unnamed Black of Night