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When sleep won’t come
I pick up my pen
Listening to footsteps
On the cobbles outside
Fog blurs street lamps
Caliginous flames in darkness;
With waking perception
I write the connection
Between fiction & reality




🎨 Colin Myers

11 37
2023-02-15

Whimsical blights dolloped his newsboy cap from midday runs through the park: pigeon poop vivid as eggs sunny-side. He was a tank of a man—shoulders too wide to edge silence & feet too large to whisper at night, but with hands to halo his little angel's head.

16 45
2023-01-18

They cast their acatalepsy into the auroras & watched as all spilled into beloved rivers. Not a curse loomed in melancholic whispers that led gossamer orchestras to their last ceremonies. No disgust laid disguise over heroics where gardens grew from torsos.

29 74
2023-01-11

Monochromatic memories
Of devilish dress.
Bright red, Plunging
Cape billowed on a
Still, silent night.
"Just a little bite,"
She'd said.


15 35
2022-08-17

I'd prayed on graceful wraiths to swing my cold body to hands warm like the dandelion ropes I used to leave in the sun--but knew sacrifices spidered our town & "helpers" would sooner suck blood off entrails axed & skewered in selfishness. 3

11 59
2021-10-06

“Damn,” he whispered. “Is this yours?”

“Yes.” Harper replied softly.

Lucas's focused shifted from her art to her, & he was slammed with a different sort of appreciation, one that filled him with desire, frustration, & longing.”

(From: Colors of the Heart)

15 33
2021-07-08

Karma's kiss, retribution for the dissolution of the righteous path. No angel of mercy this, but a reaper of souls, nightmare given shape by rage and hollow tears dripping secrets.



by Kavan K. for DBM

17 27
2021-04-08

I do not go into the fairy light
To find pretty lithe night wisps
I hold none of Titania’s dreams
On my midnight state tryst
I avoid clichéd moonbeams
No rare beauty do I long to kiss
Nothing is as it seems






Art: Lin Romanov

1 15
2021-02-11

Some believe these dreams foresee potent hopes for harvest. If true, I'll exuberantly return to our land of abundant waving poppies to view restored voices w/ fingers crossed, head haloed w/ sunflower petal scraps. 3

8 50
2020-11-05

My sisters are demons in human dress. Their desks are filled with copper scrawls that slumber party guests feel compelled to read & when they do, they later have nightmares of a mare biting deep into their chests & wake to a griping sensation on their skulls.

4 72
2020-10-28

"Fair-weather delight you are in this colourful world. So blasé toward hearts of little boys and girls. Wishing to burn what you see as freak flags waving in the dark, but such holders of are what gave you your spark."

9 44
2020-09-23

We watched them march through midnight, uniforms with boundless blood edges. As told, everyone hid from view, since bilateral relationships don't exist with them. Only venal. Then we saw a little boy face down in mud.

4 30
2020-07-08

He left without discussion, listening to those who raised him in exchange for full obedience. They held the titles 'mother' & 'father yet never warmed him as families do. His memory lays tangled with benthos.

14 79
2020-06-17

"Oh my. No proper way to justify one's selective narrow vision. They blur the world by cursing themselves into a miasma that'll only keep closing."
"Your... Your cat talks?"
"Yeah, she hates inequality."

7 27
2020-06-03

"Their entire village was framed shortly after coming out of despair," Hansel says.
"How awful! I heard it was during a hellacious summer w/ nary a cloud in sight as well."
"Awful? It was legendary! The frame was 24k gold."

11 64
2020-05-13

Roots were trodden into drying earth and birds forgot their song. We measured how far the deathbed went, speaking to ourselves beyond the vanished lines we'd adopted when the sun lost her bold fire. Then a guitar appeared.

14 85
2020-04-29

I allowed your ghost to be the only audience of my ashes falling to wet earth amid faraway trees, soon after buried shallow under radio silent hills. Why are we only released in echoed unrest? We deserve more than caves.

13 65
2020-04-22

She'll give no answer
She sits at this desk all day
It was so quiet here
Now she's in the way
Where are mornings
Basking in the sun?
Where are afternoons
Invading closets fun?
I'd fall asleep
When antics were through
Now I hear a keyboard click
Instead of daily adieu

2 12
2020-04-15




When we said our last goodbyes
My life was taken out of context
I'd meant for the day, not for always
But fate had other plans for us
Now my hellos echo my raw regrets
And are forgotten and buried
In the forevers of our last goodbye

11 43
2020-04-01

This week’s theme: Dark Dirges!

** any lines about music of any type **

7 10
2020-03-04