Lovecraft Baby
Sickly bodies produce the sickest lines
a yahoo from back east, evilly divine
or is that divinely evil, he ain’t no gent
he’s an agoraphobic shaman from Providence
His pen is his savior and his door to the world, an
unwell magician of the tentacle horde, he rots in a
prison of his own design
a New England master or monster divine.
t sends Isaac’s head all the way around his body, kind of like those cartoons he used to watch when he was younger. He is suddenly spinning, gravity seizing control…
Fallow Ground
Suddenly, he appeared from my ceiling, The turbaned Arab smoking a hookah, Sitting on his own cloud of smoke Like a djinn. Al-Qaeda decapitated him he said. The gnome at…
Poetry
Courage This world holds both poison and medicine – two leaves that look the same – the shiny one makes quinine and the other kills. Our guide picks up two…
