Contributed By: John McKernan
Is probably
What powdered uranium tastes like
Yes She was the word floozie to a T
But that word
Does not rhyme with the word pain
Why am I looking again at these photos
We’re sleeping on some white beach at midnight
Who could have taken this picture ?
What an intriguing corpse I’ll make
My brain loves
Is skilled at dread
Very busy tailor
Stitching darkness
Around the edges of any bright candle
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Again I recall her tear-glazed gaze. My heart and liver call out, thirsting for my lover. Doomsday had not yet paused for breath when I recalled the time you left. Oh, Desire, your simplicity makes me recall my lover’s witching glance. Excuse my longings, O thirsty heart. When I call out, I recall my lover. […]
My father told me shortly before he died I should run if I see a leaping toad in the middle of the city in the month of January. What is chasing it could also affect me. Well, I was in the middle of Oba Adesida Road, the busiest street in Akure, a city in Ondo […]
At a certain point, it began to feel as though I’d been staring at Marina the entire semester. She’d approached me once, saying my name with a kind of intimacy that made it seem as if we were longtime friends. She asked me to help her with her math homework. I solved the problems she […]
