Kissoon's Loop

A handsome man with a brown/black-haired child-- freckled, long eyelashes-- climbs the stairs to the upper level of the train. The child has...

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

I take my secrets by night, Miss Claire; imbibe them when the backs are turned— and I giggle at their foul play. The world is asleep to o...

Endangering Old Squalor's home, I go into the wood alone. With fear to pierce my neck, my skull: blood runs in ribbons from my knees; i...



a long time ago, before the Room:

 when i was a kid, 
i'd cry silently to your God--
 wet and warm in the shower,
 tears hotter ...

In the dream, I see a man get slaughtered-- perhaps he did it to himself-- in the back of an open semi-truck trailer. He is handsome, clean-...

A year ago was the last time I attempted reaching out. Since then, I have only had the occasional, potent dream. You are here somewhere, a...