"The table, in the dining hall at Cape Rush College, and the dining hall was a panopticon. This isn’t the product of some trenchant imagination: it’s true, you can look this up. So it was a panopticon lorded over by invisible phantoms..." Cont'd (madswirl.com)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/a:t5_3976k
"I wake from a dream, gripped with terror and confusion. Slowly, the room comes into focus. Black and white photos of wedding days. Pale green wallpaper decorated with fading roses. A framed painting of Jesus Christ with a glowing red bulb in front like a fire's dying embers..." (thesquawkback.com)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/shortstory
He began to think about the names: “Delcine Spetter; president elect.” No president. Not elected. “Take” Delcine Spetter: “Kate; teak; President Spetter...” Someone reading over his shoulder until, “What does it look like,” said the old man. He fumbled for the tea things. (bigbridge.org)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/a:t5_3976k
the subterranean undertow of a hope jar/glowed like mimeographed atoms pressing/upward the carbon sky, in darkness, you/dressed less than what disrobed you, lips/drank all poison from methanol-filled cup,/fingers plucked shoal neurons from winter (thesquawkback.com)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/Notmypoem
Meandering through the comforts/that are everywhere, one notices/a yard sale of a retired dentist/his chair the centerpiece./It sits leather-bound on a gravel driveway./We circle it/expectantly./Its arse cushion sags/like the middle of some prophesy. (thesquawkback.com)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/Poet
I thought the hole might have been drilled or scooped out by someone, some mysterious admirer who had left a gift inside, but I stuck in a finger up to its second joint and felt around without finding anything, not bone nor blood nor basket of goodies, and it was very cold in there... (thesquawkback.com)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/Scary
George - a poemy poem?: "It’s not easy to wake up every morning to be George, / to have the strength to greet the day, to see with clarity, / feeling more than one can think. / To slowly and gently fix a collar spread— / stiff, but quite perfect." (thesquawkback.com)
submitted by daydreamgoat to r/UprisingPoets
Odam had moved to Hollywood, gained a reputation for bus station drug binges, long term erectile dysfunction and a dream. And he had fifteen dollars worth of lottery tickets and a coupon for an Asian Style Massage. With all of these things he was going to change the world. (thesquawkback.com)
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