B. Sven Telander
terminus a quo
Sometimes they recall the detonation
of elemental laughter splattered across
the cosmic template; a galactic spasm,
a demonic ballet, eldritch, prismatic:
the creation cataract.
Memory blossoms under a symphony of
plutonic rain and the usurping wind
of the dead. Prowling the ancient
streets beneath a half-moon of riddled
fluorescent ivory, he was glad to find
wine and the woman with no face; her
sacrosanct kisses codify the gentle
torment; her wine, an ...
In the carcass of the circus
there lay an unburned page
appointing and anointing
another mage upon a stage.
Desperate for a respite on
trestle made of bone, a tyro
with a gyro was spinning
a begin, wrestling with the