Smoking In Bed

Smoking In BedA sulfur wafting strike upon the tip,So the man thinks to himself in the oppressive solitudeOf a clandestine comfort,Furnishings and a rooted loving place.With a glance towards his accomplice,He thinks to rouse him.But with a flick of the...

For the Pigs in Such Fine Houses

Once Upon a WanderingWolf did huff and puff,Sticks and straw blunderingBricks didn't budge,Chinny Chin Chin"God Damn!"Once upon a wondering,Thought to climb up the sideAnd down,He'll huff and puff,"Hell no!"Wolf went home, tail held high,Into the sty...

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New Genesis Chapter 1: The Man and His Dog

Nature's fingers, the delicate and thorny vines had crawled up the sides of the apartment building, searching for sunbeams. It was a rare night. Cloudless. Clear and pristine over the skirts of Eden. The full moon baked the overgrown tower in a...

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New Genesis Chapter 3: Soto

Daniel's mind tore through the Continental Apartments tower in planning his escape route while trying to best understand all that had transpired in the past half-hour. He had confirmed his previous conclusions about the doctor's work, yet was still...

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New Genesis Chapter 2: The Angels with Flaming Swords

The agent and two of his men kicked in the door to find the two occupants of Apartment 1208 completely calm; Dr. James Hoffman standing awkwardly on the windowsill, left hand in his pants pocket, and the hybrid leaning against the adjacent wall,...

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The Dragons of Smaller Dens

There is salt on the dragon's syringe, They will sample electric lozenges On scorpion countertops. The hatchling will look up from cave doodling. He will ask, "Mother, must we hold on to the pumice?" She will stroke the scales of the...

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Shooting Down Stars

I try to hold back the anxieties Of tight-rope dancing over a thin Edge of words. I stumble and pray That the net of good intentions below Will catch me as I plummet through an Atmosphere of mental discourse and flash photography. There is an...

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Chapter 4: Meeting Seymour

Daniel lived between bullet wounds and body bags. He couldn't live, couldn't die. He was only capable of waiting and watching, prying and praying into the sufferings of man and beast, and all in between. An essential thing to understand about the...

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