“you’d still be floating without me, wouldn’t you?”

“He had already ridden the 200 meter line of New Brunswick railroad track dozens of times that day, the same as every day on this job.”

to turn fine gold piercing

chapped coins molded from hair

“Are you lovesick, doll?”

New site, same light.

Links to all contributors from the first Bulb Culture Collective site.

Three weeks after the well ran dry, I fed a man to the hogs.

The alcoholic has bad dreams, his hands shake at night
and sleep is haze and steel blue smoke,

There may be a stakeout tonight for my bike. It has been seen twice now. Who’s in? Last seen by ME on 7th and Hardy last night

While we are here
You should take off your shoes
And make yourself comfortable

The pancake syrup bottle
apologized
for its emptiness.

A fluttering noise interrupted Vishal’s deep slumber. His half-closed, sleepy eyes followed the sound from where it originated and was astonished to find a winged visitor comfortably perched on the window sill.

i.

family, n. any group of persons closely related by blood.

Fritz Lang is dying in Los Angeles.

An acquired taste.
For the cannibals we say we aren't

Drag, in the classical sense, is not something I’ve ever done.

My daughter won’t crawl.

Alanah started life on the cold blue-black slate of the kitchen floor. She lay in the wet slithering mess of childbirth, content.

I pick blue hydrangeas
from my yard. Don’t know
what to do with them.

“The cheek of her wearing black. A large bosom, thin legs like a heron, I’d forgotten those. Hair too silver-blonde for the age of her face. Jack must have sunk into her like a cloud. Or a sofa whose springs have gone.”