I found the Green Kool-Aid man in the back with the witch, pumpkin man and the bunnies. He had been mistaken for a Dracula or Frankenstein's monster. We wondered if his flesh was a

Without a memory, history, or a cent, I made my story The Story. Whatever the chapter, it was about me. Unrest in the Middle East was because I had indigestion of the Suez Canal.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like for everything inside me that's denied and unknown to be revealed, but I'll never know. I live my life in hiding. My survival depends on it

The echoing moment rests in the light we can see. I got to want it. Our way. This door will only open for him or it will never open. The guard bars the way through. Everything you

Just me and this lie, in this stark light, in this moment. How does it feel? It glides like a cloud across sweet water flinging thunder and lightning. Not capricious but not not ei

I dragged these words here with me like the rocks upon which I wrote them. The weight of word was the same but the soul was unmarred, still. How to bring back the ripples of that l

It gave us the wrong idea that every moment was made in this light explosion; that it was significant. It wasn't a flame and it never would be a flame, but what if it once gave sh

It never saw itself as a beginning, this beginning. It considered itself a scavenger of meaning; living free of the commitment to meaning being intrinsic to what it meant meaning.

Somehow the plank that was meaning had to make the crossing from your side of the gulf to my side. I could not provide you with the supporting structures until that happened.

This riddle, if you bought it was a riddle, has only your solution. No arbitration could have it any other way. The wind you say, imaging earth's lungs casting you out into a white

The Rockstar goes through her pre-show checklist like a pilot & his pre-flight. Both have to light their engines and check prop clearance. Walking into the prop leaves a mark/scar.

Each time that my gut told me I was dying I wished so hard it was true; that this really was the final trip home. I could see myself turning in my grave pulling the earth like a bl

So cozy in my chthonic cocoon cooing and cajoling the moments as they assembled themselves in preparation for their moment in the sun, their splendor. Each a splendid splendor.

I know that too often I leave you no place to hook onto, no chink to latch. And I throw them at you, like now, in batches that sometimes causes splashes and splotches which reminds

Of them all, I think my favorite succubus was Telidtha. She had started out as an Oblate of Ba'al in the backwoods of the 7th Circle of the 7th Hell in the 7th Aeon. She never seem

A word too far. If I had not said it... but I did say it. 1 word changed it all. & it didn't. But it did & you, my reader, are the proof of it. Do not think you are reading this by

Excuse my transgressions, my yard stick is skewed by the lip your face is giving. I don't like no uppity git. Yes, you have to apologize for everything you are going to make me do

A darker dark greeted me today, Day 328 Since. It whispered about secret meetings about the Dust Up: in secret places and secret times. With secret people, entities. Not all human.

He threatened that it was 10:53 PM even though it was. I didn't know. I wasn't watching the clock all the time. I had better things to do. Like scoring mamacitas for Det. Manatee's

Det. Manatee & the Sea Monkeys were in the studio recording a new song for their agency's youth programs. It was supposed to be about how being a detective was Super-Coolericious.