Their aspect was that of moon rock and meteor. One man carried a crossbow and his name was Thayer. The other carried a revolver and was called Abe. They walked silently in a gray barren wood below a sheet of overvast. Through the hard marble fog the trees scraped and creaked. The land beneath their feet was soft and breathing and the river they ( Read more... )

 The only thing we could think of was to find her. It was truly easy to do. We got a lead that she would be in Dough Moon City. It is not important where the lead came from, in fact I don't even remember. Such was the effect she had on me. My mind frothed with hideous desire for her. Ever since that moment in the car I have been but a rabid weasel.
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 We went to a little diner called the Paladin. Chester sat behind a tower of eggs. He told the waitress, "Give me eggs. I want a pile of them. Stack them on like pancakes. I crave them. Don't you, Ib?" The cook took this analogy literally and made a perfectly cylindrical tower of eggs mortared with cheddar. The waitress took one look at me and ( Read more... )

I, Ib, looked at my timepiece. It was 7:30 AM. Thirty minutes had passed since 7:00 AM. This means that nothing happened in this amount of time. I sighed. Chester sat next to me in the vehicle. He did not sigh. He squinted straight ahead. He squinted thorugh the coffee steam as he held the cup, trembling, before his lips. His steady, Medusa-like ( Read more... )

at night the river is only two colors. the rocks are pitch black and the water dark blue. already this happens again; my shoe is untied. i crouch on a piece of elephant skin and tie it. hopping the rocks at night takes patience and caution. it is impossible to tell the complete texture of the rocks as there is no light to give them depth. they are ( Read more... )

i may or may not be myself. i am awakened by a man trying to suffocate me. he holds his hand over my mouth and pinches my nose closed. i struggle to push him away. he is talking but i cannot understand him. his voice is muffled for whatever reason. he is a large man with thinning blonde hair and a red face. he wears a blue sports coat and white ( Read more... )

my eye swells. my head is weighed down. i look outside to the cut wood. it is getting wet in the rain. my eye bulges with red and purple veins. it is hard to blink. i must keep a moist towel on it. i lie on the bed and wait for rest. i can't sleep. this eye robs me of my sanity. i can see the spirits that wear hats. those that try to get inside the ( Read more... )

inside there are hides hanging. the smell of fire can be perceived from the street. dyed purple garments lay on the small bed. horse heads hovering in the windows. halos above them. all manner of fur walks about the pines. heavy and small. overground and underneath the roots. steam projected from the nostrils. squirming in hallows as their backs ( Read more... )

green soul powder
from a triangles eye
pour from doors
oar from ears
stares and leers
at you
from one corner

There's 7 chairs to sit out in
around an orange house
our souls orange light is cold
reject our light
clouds form over night
2 yellow feet sit under the table
they have mud on their ankles