GilgaMash, or a Wrestling Problem
Nobody can well explain how this condition of No Dreams or DreamLessNess started, but it did. Some blamed it on a curse or something in the water or electromagnetic rays from outer space. Whatever the cause, that people stopped dreaming.
Asparagus Disorder
I was reading over the transcript of a psychological report I had dictated and was amused by the diagnosis the transcriptionist had rendered to my patient: Asparagus Disorder.
Forgive me while I Run
It's morning
another chance
at a day
of peace
of truly me
of hope
of a glimpse into
that me that fully lives
internal mechanism of the otherwordly
the surreal is incurable–it might open
where i feel temporary
Fiction Filtered Through the Frontal Lobe
Every noun a neuron. Every adverb an adversary. Every metaphor a metaphysical reaction. It’s not poetic to admit but brain chemistry plays a bigger role in Art than many are willing to embrace.
Repentance
It ranges regular, splintered and snapped out of hell,
like an hour’s ease glancing explosions away gently
