Dark Red Blood with a Black Strip
The dial is cranking up the sensory volume to the ceiling.Hyper listening absorption consumes The Emergency Room: Ignored beeping,Footfalls of crisscrossing activity,Static of life-or-death causal…
Author: Steven Clifford
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I Have No Say Because I Haven’t Written Anything, so I Wrote This to Say I Have No Say
Internet’s anesthesia projects planktonic capsules of stimulithat drift into his eyes’ devouring-bristles,and release pixels of happenings,numbing his beloved void in case he feels pain in…
Poetry is Dead (nearly)
“I kept writing not because I felt I was so good, but because I felt they were so bad, including Shakespeare, all those. The stilted…
Awaiting Good News in Purgatory
Coldness of a debilitating expanse,(Layered with varying degrees of shadows,Like flipping through swamp-soaked pages of a dissolving book,Its spine of uninhabitable mercurySnaking through town) is…
Antimatter
When I look at the other,I see the soul’s energy in isolation like the rarity of antimatter, asymmetric to matter,physicality abounding, dwarfing visibility of spirit.…
A Study of Isolation: loneliness, solipsism, and the pursuit of another’s true self
For the first time, I’ve spent Thanksgiving alone. COVID’s fatiguing reach, hemorrhaging obstruction, clotting normalcy with isolation, touched my thanksgiving. A warm abyss, wine-scented, is…
The Girl’s COVID-withered Leaf
A leaf (of green vitality,Yellow vulnerability,And red defianceOf the surrounding void’s black deadness) Is what I call life. It’s hanging on a precarious branch,Weather-endured through…
Origins of Misattribution In New York
Toothed blizzard––chomping fish-eggs of memories, never hatching to a reliving paradise––is trailing burns of film rolls, boiling away the playback of Sam’s decision to leave…