STORIES

- Sometimes please say "You are strange" and this is how I know they are listening -

 

Rusulka

Story and photography by: Biagio Black Dead before eighteen years of age. In the woods, held down in the lake. For a narrow moment, the involuntary panic of drowning pauses, Rusulka takes in the beauty of the sky through the thin membrane of water that separates her from salvation. The liquid bends the rare beams of sunlight that break through…

Stray Thoughts: Las Vegas

Sitting in a saucer waiting area in an airport. Las Vegas, no doubt. Room looks like some ancient (1970s) religious temple with an array of slot machines in the center, the focus, the altar. Like a spacecraft lounge belonging to a race of converted Baptist aliens. In this state of near sleep, I half believe…

Freedom

Got fluid on the mind with no fear to bind I hit my tail down drag my foot and grind In my own clear sphere there are things I hear wood, souls, and the ground drumming bloody sound Screams of sweat and pain calling like Coltrane swelling in my feet blood moving in vein Heat…