by Robin Ray Ananda, it’s been snowing since you hand-delivered your toasted envelope of admiration, erroneous sentence for inadequate leanings through corporate transfer of isolation laying behind you.Benign guilt in powdery form, hybridizing tulips with marbled sketch books, encourages fogs of sobriety, illusions of masculinity.Upon waking, you’re hard as petrified anger; ambition – baked in a half shell, your spine-cruising Read More
Tag: fantastic
Poem in which everything turns into plants and fungi
by Alex Page It starts with moss breaking through potholes, cress settling on cracks in walls. You go to bed and wake up on a giant mushroom. Your car is still metal, so you go to your barista job, discovering the coffee beans have sprouted into a jungle, pollen billowing in air painted the pastel yellow of summer dresses. Someone Read More