Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Overhead Cranking Tarantula of Metal & Ice Overhead cranking tarantula of metal & ice rising dynamic inversion, tangible fumes, tasteful chaos of crackling tarantula blizzard spray factory winds push my back up against the chain link giving, losing, running up Continue reading Overhead Cranking Tarantula of Metal & Ice by Marcos Oro
Atmosphere Redux Ventriloquist echo chamber sonically socially modified with spiky engineered finesse, millennial golden scream rain gong spilt coin cascade in casual eclipse darkening overdrop obsidian onyx; dark day’s rain of november or october fog, tree leaves’ colors pantomime shot Continue reading Atmosphere Redux by Marcos Oro