The godless walked through a patch of prayer, And even a skyscraper moves a little in the wind against its towering will. – Dillon Freed Penmanship

Patch of Prayer

This love is to love the pinky toe in weight to the face, And the harsh coughs as if whispered vows. The hard sleep as moans of pleasure. And the grumbling tummy as if a delicate laugh. This is a wonderful panicking. This is the fight and the submission of […]

This is the Love

Brodie-helmeted, man-beasts barrel toward Vickers-blowing, bayonet-bladed men Under this glasslike blue skyshell, cross a dead-pocked, grassless fen. Death-bound screams swell-hollow, among bashed-space and trembling bomb-shook, leafless trees; Rattling weapons, sibilating bullets, missile shrieks raze silence, the warisons riot the breeze! Chaotic-thick tangle: buzzing bluebottles, spiraling-wobbled and concussed display more sense. […]

All for Goddamn Naught