symbols; swollen autograph autopilot on and off and off and on and on again auto-grat at the pad dialled digits damn — Logan BrightRead more "symbols – a poem"
extraordinary archipelago everything here is green pose snap snap post post post salt stains on the lenses — Logan BrightRead more "extraordinary archipelago – a poem"
Dressed in God’s own robes, Belly Fell Fell approached the snooty saleswoman in the shoe department. “Now you listen here,” Belly said, in a voice trembling but firm. “You can’t be so rude to people, you know,” she said. “Some people might have to show you just how rude you are.” The saleswoman took a […]Read more "God’s Own Robes – a story circle"
a long wait in line for fresh vegetables on bread with sweet, oily sauce — Logan BrightRead more "subway sandwiches – a haiku"
Hadlock had these long dreads that spilled out past his shoulders like wriggling tentacles. His girlfriend was on her way over, and so, his liquor cabinet empty, he called her to grab a couple bottles of rye. Her phone was dead – just kept giving him the same robotic message – so he found a […]Read more "Hadlock’s bottles – a story circle"
a wreck over the bars of the machine crown of the head inverted sick taste of bile the back of the throat tossed by immutable laws wet tears in eyes an animal — Logan BrightRead more "a wreck – a poem"
The construction ongoing outside my window sounds less like muscled men with beer bellies putting together semi-affordable housing in exchange for a regular paycheque (with the side effect of gentrifying a neighbourhood with an undeserved reputation for seediness) and more like the purposeful, spastic actions of a subterranean mammal building a nest of found objects, […]Read more "exercise – building sounds and sights"