She’s in the passenger seat of my car. I haven’t seen her in weeks. Barely even heard from her. And now here she is. In the passenger...

What I'm about to reveal is the stuff they tell you to keep to yourself or share with a group or save for a professional. It's of blood and

I am pink in the image of no maker I slumber in the intersection of life and dreams My heart burns in peaceful necessity And the long hunger

Mummy Adanma had just gotten back from another day of work at the farm, she lived in a village called Nsugbe in Onitsha along with her...

to be seen through the eyes of a page  if the eyes are windows to the soul,  then the page is a window to your eyes Written, rapt...

Moon Haiku, Salome's Dream. Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem)válaszok, A Nap és

She took off of her trousers. (She had no panties on) She kneels on the sofa. A steaming snakes mouth is between her open thighs,

“here y’are, pancake that’s shaped like Mickey Mouse,  guaranteed to make you smile;” “pink sugar or yellow sugar?” a dull scalpel drags...

I crawled out of bed and went down to the gas station to buy a newspaper and a coffee. Then I flipped through the help wanted ads. Sell...

A film by Ghostly Connection, Simple Dimple Productions, Art Against The World Collective