Stretch Marks He still has not taken off his shirt in front of her, for reasons only he understands, but tonight is the night. He is in the bathroom, the poor white light its own sterile darkness. It is that light that flatters nothing, too white to be real. It […]
Hi, my name is Eric, and I’m one didactic motherfucker: I like everything; I’m also somewhat vain; I also need a reason to use my website. So welcome to my series: Eric Explains Everything. What is this series about? Everything, whatever that actually means. Write now I’m on a huge […]
AUTHORS NOTE, ACKNOWLEDGEMENT & EDIT (PLEASE READ): After further review of the evidence provided by other sources, and independent research, I have come to learn that Michael Gira did NOT sexually assault Larkin Grimm. While the content of this piece has subsequently changed in light of additional information (Found here […]
A loop spins, round and round concentrically The desiccated sound of horns blowing Each moment decays softer, sounds glowing Like Dylan Thomas nights, eccentrically Drifting off to their death, romantically The silver shavings drift in the flowing Transfer to new realities, slowing Where at one point they will stop, caustically […]
Blue water, sweet drift Skin glistens, golden crystals I see myself there Wind’s lamentation A caress; a minor key its song for no one Sunset’s crimson red clouds obscure purple light becomes a prism
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven – Satan, Paradise Lost. What is the value of blank ? I ask because negative space, silence – the in-betweens – often give art real depth. As Lao-Tzu wrote in the Tao Te […]