Space – cereal after sex

Sitting in a chair in front of a mirror talking to myself with imaginary razor and lightning bugs fluttering about.… Read more.

The Sunday Architect

It’s silent among the weeds of the fan whir. The sun teeters on the edge of darkness. The growing, green… Read more.

Photos by Aaron Echoes August Took a late-night walk into the darkness and found the space egg. The birth of… Read more.

A coffee clown sits in a silver diner He looks out the window and watches the rain He thinks about… Read more.

There are faces in the cold Staring back through the snow Heart blood love letters tracing the stars of space… Read more.

You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.

The trees were immense and varied, the works of genius minds and artists, somehow altered by chemical gravity to bloom… Read more.

“I’ve really been looking forward to this. I know it may seem strange to you that I’m so excited about… Read more.

On the planet Placitas in the far away galaxy of Fresh, a young stormtrooper bemoaned his place in the endless… Read more.