Kissoon's Loop

there is a lantern above. its light: reflected in his glass of elixir (imbibed, constantly); the sick puppy trips over its own too-big ...

Not warm, like magic; but cold, like starlight.

"I'm so sick of tests.  Go ahead and flunk my ass." I'd really like to get away from it all-- there's something abou...

There's a voice inside my head (liar; flick'ring, sliver-tongued serpent) which tells me to pursue, pursue-- capture, intrude, de...

September reminds me of my mortality: every year, it begins again. When the Winter months come, I huddle down, ready: come the gloom, co...

for the sweetest time, i thought you'd be mine. now i pine for beryl-agate eyes. but i fear the pinfire, the flash, are lies; my drea...

I was going to write a letter to you, but I'm far too inebriated to even begin to be able to. Can I come spend some time with you;...