The Pleasure Seeker
All he wants is for waterfalls to freeze, for the sun to glisten in a bowl, for a marching band to go barefoot with its beat, for the church bells to put topspin on their tolls, for the poet to raise a machete and carve through Keats.
The Dark Pit
The sun is a foreigner who's lost the lingo, shadows come in a box of screams, the tingle of stones is the tingle of what’s below, this is the opposing room of rivers and streams, entrapment gets the gushing not to go.
Horrible Vision
He borders on the blackouts that parade the blind, a blur is but a way to erase a landscape, a familiar focus is nothing he can find, his eyebrows are embarrassed by the trait, but he winks a waltz upon mankind.
Flights, Issue Fourteen, November 2024
Flight of the dragonfly 