Ayesha R. Gill, alias Blue Angel Ayes transformed into Sine Pari Writer, climbs circumspect, under-towed into a subduction zone. Battling to surface an Omnipresent Ocean, Ayesha’s faculties remain thoroughly intact. Tectonic Plate Boundary: Subduction Zone Unknown. Cut, chasing colorful corals She is viscously scorched. Her breath steadies. Oxygen… Pauce. Copped by Authority. Depressed by Respiratory Arrest, find: High AltitudeContinue reading “Oxymoron Mountain”
Category Archives: Prose
The Plant Beast
17th November 2000 I recently had a consciousness-altering experience—at least I believe it was recent. I cannot be sure that I am writing at this very moment. I cannot even be sure that I am present in my normal reality. Appearance justifies no reliable reality at this point in time. All of existence may now beContinue reading “The Plant Beast”
Phantom Dance
“I swagger the injury shield cloak, a flock of hummingbirds circle the same place I spoke.” -Yak Ballz of the Weathermen It’s after midnight in a mid-November moment and your roommates are not around – perfect time to do a little dance and we venture out with high hopes of increased intoxication, loudContinue reading “Phantom Dance”
