The Cartographer’s Romance

(for DITE)

Dark are the pools I swim in.

That blinks itself beneath a crescent brow.

And crows that claw its corners

From gaiety and not from woe.

I enter a cave with crimson rim,

Porcelain soldiers stand guard

Over a pinkish beast within,

That echoed the wind of your voice.

And the leylines of your palm,

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The First Rule of Fight Club

The instructor barked at us. Something Chinese-y. His spit traveled in a graceful trajectory and burned out someone's eye.

“This is the 'Monkey Drinking from the Bloodied Toilet',” he said, his right arm scooped midway to chest level while his left arm was chambered by his side. His legs were spread and bent. A ( Read more... )

A Life in Seven

The doctors diagnosed a severe form of Progeria: a rapid-aging disease. The mother says it's much too fast for a child. She had christened and bethrothed him, all naught for a future that was coming to soon.

The child died and was buried on a Sunday.

That was the end of Solomon Grundy.
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