Lava tinged flickers, by the lantern room, swell soundlessly in unpaired horror. A thrum hammers in chest Scattered words rummage in slithering murmurs. Low hoarse moans launch from the shaded profile lurching with bent posture. Propped in the hall, all slams pitch dark, roaring with creaks. Falling to the baseboards, a pulse glows in retina … Continue reading Hell-mare: Cory Buchanan
Nuzzling bloom dew, 'round the drift of traffic engines, infant yellows flitter. Nestled wings wave the air, melding under windy oaks. Small hops, off thin boughs, dart roughly seen. Tall crowns set, opening a fast glance to the shrouded warbler astray.
Water grazing dots flurry and twirl, licking the brook's dribbling top. Brimming their plump bellies, blonde sunset shone. Cuddled along pebble stone, little shields from soft gusts, parading pockets of rhythm.
Gorge mountains powder to plateau, in beading heat, climbing from fevering clamour. A short rail to celestial whispers, deep in moonlit motions. Suspended in sixth sense, passed the pitches, into the dawn of flattened breathing.
Streams of starlight silence in search of humid waterfalls, parching by the mountainside. Beginning in oasis pictures and sounds -- trickles and croaks, acted behind eyes by craving, grasping at the apex of pristine surrender
A disco orbit, street lamps jet up veins. In floating rocketship pace, tramping through black space. Down-tempos gush a dopamine hero caressing eyes in this blackout blow. Looking within, sinking by a warm telescope.
Struck mahogany burns a sign, reaches that grew to die. Stay and inhale the haze. Pouring a high prayer, cooling nectar dampens the flare, oozing out of branching neighbors. Standing in front view, fermented in dwindled age, a sprout begins on old slate.
Glancing at a devil, hidden in his words, jutting from a smile. Propelled flames hang in eye, holding his fatal prints -- deaf inside, black flashes loudly. Standing drugged and dizzy, far off the highway. In backwater forests, jolted cold by taillights, yelling to his senses. Piercing a path on a thin gravel road, through … Continue reading Fire Road: Cory Buchanan
Sunken, striking roars, shower and sweeten by a twilight totem. Offering angles of the cosmos, cascading growls birth and die. Heaved, daubing the winter air. Fit to a glimpsed bear, chasing the fog of northern light.
Bleeding into dusk, contracted irises stitch. Sprinting from grey fields wrapping the horizon, sapped by sirens. Buckled pale, stretched in the rumbling wind. Grinning by silent flashes, a strobe of reds, a firework in shut sight.