Interdimensional Losers
On Sunday he comes to your door with a dead bat and marigolds in an old violin case. You groan inwardly (hasn’t he found a place
A Bit of Neural Interference in the Collective Unconsciousness
On a windy autumn night of my childhood, I dreamed that a tall young man opened a door in a tree for me. A dim blue
Waking up in the Wrong World
One flower in my hand for a genie, and another in my hair for an angel. I’ve woken
The Watery Promises of Geometry
The professor stood at the water’s edge and gave his lecture to the seals. They watched suspiciously, squirming to better assess
What Lives in the Rain
When it rains in my city, tiny lifeforms sprout on car hoods, brick mortar, and wet dogs’ fur.
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