Second Dream of Ralf The following nightwe take the ropewayThe frozen mountain risesbefore us like a wall,separating us from earth and skyA diseased half-empty world,through circles of survival Above,of the paths open to meI choose the steepestPitch black and icyI slide down blindly,Ralf walks behind to where the village’shostile inhabitants,eager to attack,the fight back to … Continue reading “Second Dream of Ralf” – “Ambulance” – “Ambulant”
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a journal of edgy extrapolations, fringe fascinations, occult obsessions, risky ruminations, and aberrant associations.
ANTICOSMOCHAOSOTHANATOSOPHIA
she picked up the gun for… whatever reason. do you want a reason? i think you can imagine one. and does she even need one? the first was a guy in the bathroom she was forced to use. it was simple self-defence. let’s say that. coated the urinal in his lower jaw. spinning kaleidoscope of … Continue reading ANTICOSMOCHAOSOTHANATOSOPHIA
“Four Dreams and Nearly 40”
In a dusty town squareThe two of us walk, I chew copper coinsIt is silent except for our footsteps and the hammeringOf the coffin makerI see the sky crinkle like cellophane and hearThe harmonica playerI ask my young companion in the 10 gallon hat if this makes me a geniusHe tells me it does and … Continue reading “Four Dreams and Nearly 40”
The Van-Fidelian Discourse
illustration by A. H. Tuset A while back I was trying to reinvent myself as an independent journalist and cultural critic. I was looking for interesting subcultures to write stories about. A girlfriend of mine at the time was a good lead. Though she worked in HR for a financial services company, she had a … Continue reading The Van-Fidelian Discourse
“If I Saw an Ancient Tree in the Yard of Einstein’s Boyhood Home”
Eons ago, he must have played beneath this treeseeking shelter in the shade of summer leaveswith strange shades of a green, yellow, and redglowing, universes circling overhead, filteringout the painful incandescent memories emanatingfrom his childhood, from millions of miles awayspeaking no words but understanding, knowinga language only heard in a nonlinear toneonly known in a … Continue reading “If I Saw an Ancient Tree in the Yard of Einstein’s Boyhood Home”
Ascending the Steps of Heaven
Getting into Gnosticism simultaneous to discovering the pleasures of coffee enemas was not how I expected to spend my winter break my first semester home from college. While lubricating my anus for my third enema that morning, I maintained that pleasure is just an illusion, a neurochemical sideshow distracting me from the Truth, that my … Continue reading Ascending the Steps of Heaven
“Hail To My Succubus Lover” – “What I Beheld Inside A Black Iron Kettle”
Hail To My Succubus Lover I hear whispering voices,I observe hazy faces,often I find myself making astonishing choices,upon my entrance into specific places. I perceive rolling thunder.I behold a sublime flash of lightning,I pause and wonder,the situation is truly frightening. I sense her delicate hand.I embrace her moist lips,her invisibility makes it more grand.I am … Continue reading “Hail To My Succubus Lover” – “What I Beheld Inside A Black Iron Kettle”
A vast array of rectangular white slabs fill the desert
A vast array of rectangular white slabs fill the desert. Concrete towers going up towards the void. Prison they said, used to be extremely expensive and inefficient. You had to pay to house the prisoners, feed the prisoners, place them in solitary confinement…. This required armies of expensive bureaucrats, that may occasionally generate bad PR. … Continue reading A vast array of rectangular white slabs fill the desert
“The Sandman” – “(untitled)” – “Dimension” – “House”
The Sandman To bring her sleep, the sandmanmust seal her eyelids withpoppy seed gathered in the west,smear her body with dust,as if preparing a corpsefor a long voyage.She who remembers everythingtravels through the nightwithout burial gifts to easethe discomfort of oblivion.Mourning is not an arrival,but rather a displacement,a recollection of days to come,devoid of both … Continue reading “The Sandman” – “(untitled)” – “Dimension” – “House”
Doors
The first time I opened a door and it really stunned me I was nine years old. I had just woken up from a nightmare where I had died three times, in three different ways – knotted ropes, deep waters, falling from skyscrapers. When I staggered to my parents’ room to find some comfort, I … Continue reading Doors
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