faux food
faux food by Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy. fingers trace the heart to find a quarter – an inch too far in a pocket that does not welcome
faux food by Ramakrishnan Parthasarathy. fingers trace the heart to find a quarter – an inch too far in a pocket that does not welcome
All Aboard! by Leslie Michel Where are you? How did you break your rib? I didn’t respond to the podcast guy. I’d rather wax eloquent
Poinciana by bill shively sometimes a thought paints rouge footprints at the waters’ edge sometimes her legs make the guard dogs whimper eyes glint like
blossom by thurston moore ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// cool hands investigate the terminal obsession of a blood soaked maniac hair hanging down, dusting the floor with sparks of
there must be space by dan odell there must be some evidence to shred but my jailer keeps repeating that it was the spaces between
6th Street is the Alley of Death for SATANS CHEERLEADER,S by peaceloveandjoyce When I go Down Town to 6th street and see a bar like
notes on AUTUMN LEAVES (a song for solitude) by emily ryan robert aldrich’s favorite close-up of crawford’s crawlers scene set-up in a lively diner —jitterbuggy
big city by cheyenne gallion
oil fire by gene defcon Disturbing black bitch came screaming out of the oil field a screaming silhouette a fiery sunspot black silhouette screaming across
Postcard by Beth Woodcome This morning the three dogs shat on the floor and that’s what I woke to. Before I even woke my body