Gravity

by G. James Cook

Originally published on April 1, 1998

a black box affixed in anesthetic space, swallowing the unhinging corners of everything convicted in enigmatic stitching, unraveling out from a godless hole; the leaks- dreams don’t remember, her name is never it’s emptiness shrieks Share the Love:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet about itTell a friend

The Longest Night

by G. James Cook

Originally published on April 1, 1998

When her sweet opiate frost draws long Over the blanched and paralyzed walls- Fading out the delicate decay of insidious dawn… “There’s no compromise In the arms of the longest night…” She whispers to the seeping light rusting Away the tiny spaces Where her pale eyes, fully Drunk on lullabies, meditate on that Long dead [...]