(Looming Cancer Disrespect Edition) Belts gibbous waxing hum through the blackout curtainscrushed red velvet, once clitoral as bones cradle that relentless fear of deathInside one’s self pistons grinding against night’s lubricated hours Awake.Does the lean wolf’s fast align with your field’s meager harvest?Finally dreaming,Oak calipers clamp Virgo’s nubile nipples, as swelling clay and marrow…
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Regicide
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Abomination
Standing … Glaring at all Who dares to look at him! The flag draped over his shoulders The grizzled man is cloaked in the skin of a newly slaughtered 4 point buckThe blood dripping downhis face… his body ,it runs past his flaccid over large member Scarred from decades of Misuse The antlers protrude from…
Prelest Unorthodoxed
pride: a glass orchardwhere mirrors ripen and moisture never dares all the fruits are whispering (me) (me) (m e) vainglory— a bright spill of feathers from the throat of a shadow ravenwearing a halo it stole in haze filled sleep novice-spirit: eyes full of confetti-clouded visiontouching any shimmering fog and calling it “true”because it moved…
Stories
Most of our knowledge of the world is vicarious Was I tipping off the back of the Jeep between the plow and the tailgate That morning two weeks before the flood?The seats of the Mercury station wagon facing backwards The last car over the Honeydew bridge we watched it wash awaythrough the relentless downpour Matthew…
Solstice Dinner Plate
Would Jesus slit the throat of the sacrificial lamb? not So needed for the mythic last supper Troubled by wading through the sanctified temple ankle deep in all that kosher blood Seeping down to Hezekiah’s Tunnel the strange lie In his raging was only to tip over money changers tables Another plan in mind Star…
A Wilderness of Mirrors
He said that she had and would have saidthat there was a poison gas bomb In the birthday cake I found myself pregnant and knew the devil was old but not as old as this gasthat had (and will in a distant future)fill this labyrinth of mirrors I (Eye)(and my adult child) are waiting for…
As Edna Said
(in memory of Filip) Coughing Tigers at your doorYoung girls screaming For moreIt’s just suicideIt’s just suicideSGL November 8, 2025
On Without Me
Data point off the lineIt will be strange to Be that radiance of death to have it then stopBeacons summoning TetraLike a half remembered dream My phantom handshake Psy energy calling Bright StarThe loving spectra Glad handing the fewWho make it to the memorial like a Radar tracing a Class VII Entity Even Jesus will Appear on this…
Change
Autumn as Summer becomes WinterA blade of childlike fingersScratching at the piled leavesWaiting for the weight of snowThat rotted smellSoon to be lost in aSilencing driftThat will someday Nurture the tiny shoots Of Spring SGL Brunswick Nov. 7, 2025