ROCKET SCIENCE: Filling the Cauldron of Sorrow to the Brim
bySomewhere along the line, everything fell apart. As the New Year approaches I can only recant any and…
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Dream Dust
byWritten in hypnagogia. Transcribed by phone. To sleep perchance to live. To have all the experiences that daily…
ROCKET SCIENCE: The Black Hole of Unnecessary Songs
bySix decades and then some. That’s how long I have wandered restlessly upon this planet so far. Soon,…
Chris the Robot
byHi, my name is Chris. I’m a licensed massage therapist living in the metro area. I like food,…
IN THE MIDDLE OF AN APOCALYPSE: A PORTRAIT
byHONEYMOON rosary beads at my throat, pink wine drips on my clavicle, my words, enchanted spells retribution for…
ROCKET SCIENCE: I Sing the Body Mongol
byLook, I don’t need to unwind any DNA from my system to find out I am not one-tenth…
Let’s Get Political, Baby
byA friend recently posted a question on their wall pondering how people with differing opinions get along. This…
ROCKET SCIENCE: Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good-for-Nothing Night
byI’m smack dab in the middle of a few things. These are not passive projects, like a binge…
ROCKET SCIENCE: My Repertoire is Repetition
byI said, “Release the Kraken, sure, but what about releasing the Snappen and Poppen as well?” A friend…
ROCKET SCIENCE: A Violent Enigma
byAfter living in morbid cities, where dangerous moments are spawned around every corner in the mornings, afternoons and…