Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Islands A pile of mannequins discarded on a downtown street; torsos, legs and faces protruding from a shallow cardboard box.. and a strange thing happened while I stood there like an island in the headlong current of a crowd: the Continue reading Islands by T.L. Kryss
Van Gogh’s Face The eyes: During a thunderstorm, under the aquamarine awning of a kiosk, the sweet smell of musty books and newspapers jumbled together like flowers in a shallow bowl; and a girl in a clear plastic raincoat, pulling Continue reading Van Gogh’s Face by T.L. Kryss
To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True A tour of the solar system reveals not even one white horse standing still under a willow tree, not even one man who remembers me, and perhaps Continue reading To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True by T.L. Kryss
Our Minds Boarded up Our minds boarded up with rough planks of this world, we do not know whether the sun was a magnifying lense crowded with giant ferns which hummed and whirred like closely packed electrical circuits, or a Continue reading Our Minds Boarded up by T.L. Kryss
Wind from Nowhere The wind came up from somewhere deep in the mountains. An old man praying to a small fire raised one eyebrow as it highballed down the mountainside, crushing a path through the trees. Hitting the desert on Continue reading Wind from Nowhere by T.L. Kryss
Old Cities Deep in the Interior Old cities deep in the interior were left alone. Buildings that, on well travelled seacoasts, might have given way to streets and homes remained in tact, preserved Stone lions’ heads and cherubim still traversed Continue reading Old Cities Deep in the Interior by T.L. Kryss
Reviews of Movies I have seen from trees How many times has the sun travelled back and forth across this valley cut by glaciers one hundred thousand years ago? How many human migrations camped here and moved on in the Continue reading Reviews of Movies I have seen from trees by T.L. Kryss
The Parakeet Gets Out The parakeet, with a little flip, escapes from its cage in the five and ten goes forth and multiplies in the reflections of aluminum frying pans, and accelerating into hyper space , loses itself in the Continue reading The Parakeet Gets Out by T.L. Kryss
Quantum Leaps A rat that has unsuccessfully wandered through a maze for thirty days on the morning of the thirty-first with no rehearsal or apparent deliberation began to climb the wall. Scant minutes after the stroke of midnight on September Continue reading Quantum Leaps by T.L. Kryss
Creation Myth She fell asleep attached to her transistor radio by an earplug and once again I picked the crystal from her ear and set it down beside her on the pillow where it continued to give the false news, Continue reading Creation Myth by T.L. Kryss