Mammon’s Cave

by on May 25, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Truly, visitor, I blush that this is how you see me first. You must have been expecting more, something more like my estate on Earth. And were we there, I would show you all: the fountain carved from the largest diamond, cleaned of slaves’ blood and filled with soda; the room with walls...

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Before the Empire Goes Inter-Galactic

by on May 13, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Back in our quadrant of the galaxy, Currently the most popular idea For the advancement of our culture Lies in conquering ever yet one more system: At which point our galactic empire Will be the largest we have ever known. It is nothing personal. We have no quarrel with you. There are no...

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by on May 5, 2016 in Poetry | 1 comment

We robots mingle amiably, raising our oxidized alloy flags, toting portable solar chargers, creaking and rumbling. WELCOME says the cracked LED panel above the trampled grassland. Not one glare. No bad words. If you had been there, shocked to be the only wetware, aching for another...

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Song of the Encantado

by on Apr 26, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Do not stare into the blind eyes of the pink-fleshed singing porpoise. You have stared down the dancing snake but the eyes your eyes followed as they swayed were filled with moonlight, & the song of the split — tongue is of the earth & is a forest song that winds about the roots...

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Myth of the Mud God

by on Apr 22, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Every morning I wake up heavier, my throat filled with dirt. What I can’t hack up wash down with coffee and cough syrup. I try to rinse the smell of wet cigarettes from my body as I pick out the stones and animals that get caught inside my chest. When I leave, the world is the same: The...

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The Farmer’s Milk

by on Apr 18, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

Every Monday morning, he would appear wind-burnt at our door, a dour man with the toughened skin of horned lizards and the inscrutable face of the praying mantis, would appear as if the earth periodically split and spit him out to get certain jobs done. What he had to sell was not sold...

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