Remembering

by S.D. Parsons

Originally published on April 1, 1997

You were the moon, the fourth phase of darkness, silver hope slivered in feasts of swimming stars. Galaxies fade upon themselves, new planets created in brief cacophonies of flesh, pinning desire beneath thick, angel arms before washing clean from an unwilling womb. This fragmented memory of dreams we call living spins sense from our consciousness. [...]

Thin Blood

by S.D. Parsons

Originally published on April 1, 1997

There is where our shadows lie, dark corners of afterthought bound like hostages. Thin blood once bubbled so joyfully. In dreams we sing butterfly smiles grin at nothing in particular. There is little here. Only the distant echo of a lover’s heartbeat. Share the Love:Bookmark on DeliciousDigg this postRecommend on Facebookshare via RedditShare with StumblersTweet [...]

Slack Jaw Symphony

by S.D. Parsons

Originally published on April 1, 1997

This narrow, wheat stalk pleasure resonant with wet, terpenic ghosts. This silent space like single, pure notes of wrung indulgence. This impoverished conductor, his cello orchestra tuned each at half-key intervals in slack-jaw symphony, Where, pinned with taxidermist proof against tenantless wall, where remnant shadows substitute for lovers — This glass jar of dried flowers, [...]