Abbot Suger dreamt heaven was in the light, yet Chartres escapes me. © Hayden Tyler Church
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those black bars going, stopping, the trees’ top’s nearly above the closing gate
I feel spikey, a Gothic church's pinnacles pointing toward high.
These are all the things that P said to me that day. “I have a set schedule, and thank God I do. I work ten-to-three on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday. I work on Thursday from one to seven because I have to go to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting at three, and I used … Continue reading Talking with P
Surface soft, the shore lay broken; sonics shimmered, sun-soaken. Briny Bastards' minds that emptied frightened phrases: sundry guised to leave the Bastard brain and hand in morbid subject; songs to lauded lands, from stationed hands that scrawled in memoirs made of hardened peach pits -- a shell to block the brine beaches as paper trails … Continue reading No Wave I Know
It is night. It is alive. There are gas lights hanging just outside, and they are dead. Inside Southern Gothic houses, with bodies that have voices with long, creaking drawls, and curtains with drawn blinds, and rooms with dead silence and settled, caked dust and ambered time, a phalangeal wisp arises from the floor and … Continue reading she is a flower