just not to feel anything beyond me in solitude’s Occam’s razor.
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I, a membrane and ghost
meronym to memory
and I’ve never known him
this man of earth, of war
and weedy cypress, lizards
and their fluted skins
married to the wind;
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as if I held her hand, full of regret. A weeping willow rejects me
breathing in my cigarettes,
death’s in the traveler
being left alone in Italy; from the garden,
all bodied, all that red and bleak
I sit at her bedroom window
an age where branches hung themselves Antigone.
Neurochemical duress, the labor of my body
aglows, destitution in mental illness; a fragmented
waste of sperm
the jagged teeth of a leviathan smiling
across the nighttime line running low, above
the clouded blue-black ink of deepest sea
Hope this soundtrack could depict a bit of weirdness, a bit of surrealism, and a bit of fear in the midst of it all too–I pretty much am looking at it through Lauren’s perspective, how everything is fading in seconds before she believes it is her time.
Oktavia adjusted her suit and headgear of the rival country’s soldiers—their men. The glass could only reflect the moonlight as she annexed through the Castle of Ayothis. The sharp gladius in her hand was angled toward the brumal midnight. Her heart fluttered at it.
Let them ruin you a while
let them wreck you for a spell
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I have recently composed an intro soundtrack to the Identify podcast project I’ve been working on. For those that do not know, Identify is an ongoing novel collaboration project that delves into a mysterious island that has different uses for people.
His voice croaked. “If there is no escape, then there is no length of survival.”
“Then Artemis was right. We have to murder this whole regime.”
i only have sensibilities in
Dreamscape under his influence
even the earth Trembles and quakes.
I’m very happy to say that my poem, “Hid too well” has been published in Edge of Humanity.
I had the same hope Sylvia Plath
did, at one point, in her journal—she didn’t want to die.
my heart in the oubliette
Shameless self promo for my “The Obsession” short chapter series. It’ll no longer be on Kindle Vella, but rather WebNovel due to an episode being blocked, messing up the order/formatting of the chapters.
“But, you’re neglecting to tell me everything. I know that, Mischa. What have you been hiding from me?”
She looked almost sad as she put their dishes in the sink. ‘Your memories, Oktavia. That’s what I’m hiding.’
“Mischa? Where are you going? Don’t walk away from me.”
I didn’t want to know it
the white hot moon
and the fuchsia
blood-eating all man