Some PeopleI have a friendA real carnival barkerUp on an old Hickory stumpSelling the oilTelling anyone who would listenHow wonderful it isStill there is the limited amountSo get your's fastTruth be toldThe big storm took itWashed him cleanOf everything...

the sky looked like the workof an artistwho has never onceseen a skynever once let his eyes wander upto the nightand feel that quiet pullof distancenever once watched daylightspill over the edgeof the worldnever once stood beneath eveninwhile colorburned...

(a long, mischievous, tea‑steeped fungal comedy) At precisely five o’clock,when humanity pretends it is refined,the cordyceps wakes inside the teapotstretching its spores like velvet curtainsin a Victorian house that should have collapsedsomewhere around 1892. It yawns.It crackles.It makes that unmistakable fungal...

sadness grows it doesn't go it bows from the weight of itmy thoughts reach heaven with inquiriesthe reply, tell me little one, what does it take to evolve a soul? answer me if you knowit is my nature to...