Day: May 14, 2026

Among the Granite

I was born among the granite, where ghosts hunt you from mirrors and the sea drops storms and babies on your doorstep. I want to go sledding on the accumulated sludge of my forgotten dreams. Oh to be a barbarian in this prim place of propriety! In my hair, a halo with thorns waiting for the right thought to bubble up. When it sees the trembling pink thought, the thorns will strike.

A Woman is a Swift and Terrible Thing

Serendipitous clouds zipper the sky together, giving me celestial visions of a river, clear and lifeless, rowing its way to the bay I never returned from. The corset on my tongue is too tight. I must tell this story only with sentient and acceptable words. What if I told you there was a curse as old as the sea, and only a woman with a backbone of pearl can see the black shroud of the curse over other women’s heads? A woman is a swift and terrible thing. I am all dressed up in this blue sequin gown, and have nowhere to go. I need to be careful here. My corset is tightening. What I mean to say is the inglorious sunset and all the aquariums beneath was the real thing, and my best shot at something as furry as happiness.

Toasted Apocalypse

Unacceptable thorns line my private, licentious rose. My rose is a carnal red and her cardinal virtue is that she contains a world. Stars everywhere but in my eyes as I bring the toasted apocalypse into fruition. I used to live in a jar. Now I live in a cottage on the shores of Lake Forgetfulness. Roses are a language unto themselves. I cultivate roses because I cannot hold back the sea. The sea, for his part, clutches my windpipe.

Dark Matter

Silky stars lay languidly over liquid space time. The waves are gigantic, but the stars bob along nonplussed. In one star, a cartographic adventure for the minute minutes that compose our lives like a symphony of laughter. In another, hell in all its fury. My fear is a feral, focused thing. It escapes fire only to be crushed by brimstone. I wish that I was a star beaming out over a thirsty universe. Instead, I am dark matter. I sever and shiver.