Author Archives: spooter2000

by Elizabeth Carroll Hayden Wisps of blonde swept aside dropped eyes, a black fringe rests on cheeks, plump and rose on the sand, not alone Black leather shoes and indigo frocks woven into a charcoal shield cloaked in time by pinafores … Continue reading →

by Elizabeth Carroll Hayden Gooseberries hang heavy with summer’s juice, thin branches bend beneath the weight. Black seeds enveloped in bulbous bellies, veined skin stretched, waiting to burst forth dripping. Small green worms lurk in pine trees, larvae clinging to … Continue reading →

by Alyssa Anne Westgate Our holy Sunday ritual was to drive West on the main road of our town, the only one that cut clean through so we could bleed out like mercury from a broken thermometer to a movie … Continue reading →

by Alyssa Anne Westgate I sometimes miss Los Angeles the iridescent glow of limelight creates a warmth a different temperature than the omnipresent sunshine. Effervescent particles of light seem to shoot from different dimensions, stinging like bits of asphalt bouncing … Continue reading →

by Alyssa Anne Westgate I dreamt a dream -within a dream- about my mother (she wasn’t really my mother-you know how dreams are) I ran in terror from the evil hands, the words that catch like tiger’s claws, choking the … Continue reading →

by Thomas Taylor Have You Ever looked Up Into the Sky And talked like William Shatner Does?

by Morgan Sagdahl Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Now I lay me down to sleep. Now I lay me. Now I. Now I can finally go to sleep after screaming … Continue reading →

by Morgan Sagdahl Let’s wish we could find a way to make coffee and fingernails sound poetic. I want to write about the paint on my clothes and the smell of smoke absorbed by my skin. The holes in the … Continue reading →

by James Phillips Salas since He was a little boy, a somber maturity lurked beneath Him, perpetually depressed yet rarely dysfunctional, He perceived joy unlike the unadulterated fantasies of his peers. He never knew happiness without pain following close behind, … Continue reading →

by James Phillips Salas Why does the mind race across the inferno into eternal despair? Why (is it just me) does one feel a tinge of guilt for a supreme lack of care? the mind (a curious body), an item … Continue reading →