It watches?The voice. Rot in a stagnant tomb.Leprous yellow flashes, shadows against the rubble.It understands?A nova the color of blood.Images- a bent flower in a burned field.…… Read more “This Is a Story About a Man”
This is a Story About a Machine
Was it always like this? He could remember or could he looking in the mirror, wiping the steam away, and being disappointed. Waiting to see some…… Read more “This is a Story About a Machine”
Come Visit! Eventually.
Hello, all and sundry. After a few years off the grid, I am setting up this space to have all my writing, music, and dire ramblings in…… Read more “Come Visit! Eventually.”