Aaron Echoes August

The first part of this story can be found HERE. “Why are you holding a naked clown doll?” the hotel… Read more.

Thunder Owls

With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter… Read more.

House star fiddling soap emperor cascades down mountain flora searching for a pink heart with someone in it. There’s a… Read more.

I’m tired But I can’t shut down Too much stimulation Via stillness My eyes want to close But the hands… Read more.

I decipher the angst of the world, glyphs sketched on the stalks as I make my way through the cornfield.… Read more.

I take a solemn tablet and wash it down with fury That spirited ache of midnight The moon breaking bones… Read more.

And it feels good to be cold in this bed at 1:35 in the afternoon on a Sunday. No one… Read more.

I see colors Rainbows of bread Rye red Oat alabaster Wheat tangerine Pumpernickel papaya Now I’m walking along the lakeshore… Read more.

Golden snow in the breeze Tree trunks sprayed by plowings A road leading to a blank horizon Hills in the… Read more.

The storms lull dreams to Wonderland And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case I was lying right next… Read more.

Drawing blank French bread on a typical Thursday after a harsh rainstorm. Sometimes I feel empty. Sometimes I feel as… Read more.

Organ dusters gathered in the church And some day that piece of paper Will be yellowed and fragile An atlas… Read more.