Kissoon's Loop

I have lost my voice. I have no voice. As it were with the little mermaid-- to be voiceless is to be soulless. Yet no sea-witch has abscon...

It may be the time of year. I taste salts and hues of blue, sans green of decency. I am reject; abject; deject. Cold floes break away to m...

The room was dimly-lit. There were groups of people buzzing; floating amidst them was you. I sat, at the bar covered in leather, and scrib...

I have been over and under it, honey-- I've been subject to its subjectivity, and I've learned to live through, rise above, and over...

Back-space. Error. Please try again. Here we are at Ten, old friend. We always come back to this comfort; and now we corrupt—time to r...

Fuckflakes in a dark place— I could feed my fish with you. To entrust to you my grief and love— glassy sores overcrusting amber silver honey...

I dreamt about you last night. Again (as it was in the past), like a specter, your composite particles assimilated, colluded, detoxified out...