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This--all that you know-- All began encased within one, giant Cow. The belly grew and grew until it Burst! Its blood spilled and became the oceans and the rivers. Hooves, mountains. The skull, the domed roof of the skies and boundaries of this existence. Then The Cow brains rose into the tufted layers of clouds... Continue Reading →

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Do Not Frequent My Grave

I died inside your belly, Ammi Jaan, Then went to where I'm like the swan, To eternal verdant gardens of spring, Going about however I please. I am very tall here, Ammi Jaan, And the age of thirty-three. Narywhere on my body is hair Nor in my heart are any cares. And though I'd not... Continue Reading →

Make the Dead Rise

They often went walking in the late afternoon. Not headed anyplace in particular. She, his wife, and he, her husband. Their routine. While they did this, neither usually wanted to let go of holding each others hands. He unlatched their wrought iron gate when they returned home from the walk that day. Just in time;... Continue Reading →

Lean

Wizard, Herr Wizard, Sageliness seeker, Tinkerer of beakers, Whether sorcerer or apothecaire, I’ve been observing you and Have now a bit of a questionnaire: Whilst mixing and making in your lab, Your weight be on one foot, One knee always crooked. Do you keep one haunch low Lest a potion does explode? When you left... Continue Reading →

Alp

Enigmas like this Don't come 'round every bend: How best he be told, (In language aptly bold) Of the love, The constant LOVE I have for the storm of him? My impassions brimmed, I aim at words to tell it all, Make other love-claimers ashamed, Inadequate-- Though even my claim is not Commensurate To the... Continue Reading →

Bottom-Growers

"Something's pinching and it stings me awful, Mama!" Little Mush telepathed to his mother, for they had no mouths. It was the first time the predator turtles came pecking at him. His young sea-mushroom cap had grown to a noticeable size, a delectable size to those that wished to eat it. This time, he was... Continue Reading →

When Words Fail

A dinner plate before you laid, I swear to make this short; I will not stay but if I may Just serve you the main course. No words I’ve writ were ample yet; You neither hear nor see. So, I’ve boiled my heart for you to feast With olives, and dates, and tea.

Chummed

These waters here be chummed, Got all us Shiners spun. Those ain't just water guns They're aiming at us, son. That there's not a dry run Afore real danger comes. That evil's unbegun, Like where Mister Gray come from. Those Macroversians Keep asking, 'Dum-a-chum?' While you grab for translation, They'll drag you through the scum.... Continue Reading →

The Overseer’s Concession

One of Light (born from light) thought of the terror he knew she would have to feel, and he could not calm his sorrow about it. So, he outstretched his hands, gathered his courage, and spoke his feelings. “Oh Dear Overseer, I wish no harm upon Hai-Hibba; she is my favorite of all your creations,... Continue Reading →

Cactus Practice

“You shriveled-sack fucks have it comin’ to you at tomorrow’s practice,” Coach Lance Prebil said to his players in the locker room, his lips curled away from all his teeth. It was the perfect place to throw a fit; no damage was sustained on the indestructible cement and steel wall when he threw a stool... Continue Reading →

Heron Throat

She waited until she got someone alone. That’s when she used her talent, if one was cockeyed enough to call it a talent. More like an ability, a neutral word. (You might say it was open to interpretation whether what she did was more helpful or more harmful.) One person at a time was easier... Continue Reading →

Chrysopelea

She will run out of flesh. She knows the snake is there before she goes. He’s under the shadow of kelp-like tree limbs, Housed in woods ‘neath the pillarless navy-domed eve. Belly down on the leaf-limned ground, he skims. She has only so much flesh. Up her back, across her chest, around her arm, His... Continue Reading →

Musophobia

“Is it working?” The squealy reverb of Frank Wahlbinker’s own voice came from the nearby television and radio sets. It startled him. The channels were both tuned in to the premiere international news stations. He switched them off then continued speaking into the live microphone. “You’re all probably wondering who cut in to your programs... Continue Reading →

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