Words hit the ground As I hit the pavement
Questions & Chemistry
The question turns Reflecting back on itself As if some new angle will shed light on how to approach this Rotate 97 degrees on the x and y axes New colours flicker up from the corners But no meaning to be gleaned from them Weaned off of this pursuit of the ungraspable Unmasked intangible A collection of conflicting afflictions Left unaffected by their effects And still the question...
Glowman by L. Alexander Carlé
This is a story about a man who used to carry about with him a peculiar little glow. I say peculiar because not everybody could see his glow. Only those with the right kind of eyes could see it there at all. This was no accident, for the man had seen many unscrupulous people come and go and take some of his glow with them. Often he kept it deliberately from sight to protect the fragile glow from...
Be wary, those that read here Of sympathetic inclination For these are the scrawlings Of a man beyond salvation