The Archive
Poems, essays and stories from the first iExile, restored with their original titles and writers, year by year, oldest first.
2018
The Day Rooster Galore Came to Town
He was not born Rooster Galore
Yet Rooster Galore he became
The town he hailed from was of sinJack Nymph
Bathing in your dephts
Safe you feel, mermaid
Passing touches shall drownThe Umbrella
The umbrella was a nice color.
The people passed as they often do
Uncertainty on every face as if to say;Dot.etc.
adream
I smash the steer!
drifting in lusti’m on bus again 090515
I’m on the bus again and when was the last time I saw you?
When was that baby born?
When did they develop such scorn - for me?The Mute Mermaid
Forsaking Mermaid's cry
beyond the shores,
unbroken waves are crawling,i’m on bus again 092615
For your safety, watch your step and I’m on the bus again.
And how deep is the sea?
Where is the sky when you need something to look up to?Brats
The shooting stars came out early
today
Like home alone bratsOf Else
empty streets
of humans, of fog
lovers forgot how to love, to moanSymboless
Let's meet at + infinite
where parallels roll in hay
where love is capable of laughterMilky men
Fact
Good & bad
True &falsemundane guillotine
What if die tonight
Would your laughter get fuller?
NoBeen there, walked that
Laden with shoes
His room was
All wornOde to Stupid
You,
you slaughtered methaphors in ditches
Turned revolving souls into stomping flatsThe bald peacock
In the meantime
Love
Between packaged thoughts & wrinkling dreamsIncest
Just because I said I love you
You don't steer
Just because I said I'd die for youIncoming drought
Adio!
My last kiss
A meager trace of moist onto your lipsA play, two play
The shooting stars came out early today
Like home alone brats
Just to playLetting go… there
Let's make love where the sky ends
Come with me there, today
I'll pick you up at the end of the tunnelThe dried and the rain
Looming atop a hill
Some gallows
They, somber