Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Staring into spirals Dreaming of different clockwork Glassy under the surface Onyx staircase Obsidian cities Resplendent Unfolding in...

Deimos and Phobos I can barely breathe Suffocating in Quicksand Underneath my skin Sundered secrets caught in throats Fires burning under tongues Faces blushing, light this up Up and atom, meet these suns Purging, belching out black smoke Prodigal, still doing splits Bending over backward To become the destroyer of worlds A far cry from throwing stones Ripples of the underworld Lunar movers centrifugal Moon-set against the glassy sea Growing cold but still ticking Lips still

On and off again during my life there has been the feeling that things are about to combust, fall apart, or all come crashing down....

LOAM Minutes run backward Scatter and skedaddle Straddling midnight hell bent Back way far past the one My eyes have been kept open Past...

How many of us are slaves to our dreams? Even when things seem to be moving forward and firing on all cylinders we can find ourselves...

We're off the edge of the map, Jack Of Monsters and Margins Off the edge of the map Where monsters are in the margins The devils in the...