Erik Mackey

“There”

    I sit watching and wondering, as I stare contently through my picture window. The world appears to be a giant hidden sphere of white goddesses, scattered with various grey creatures protruding through the thick white carpet, now completely motionless on there journey towards the heavens. Life is stagnant, the rivers ripples are gone,

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“Trembling Apples”

The music plays its rhythm hard and soft Embrued crust of webbed feet on latent snow Sour peaches stream to mighty heights of loft Tremendous shutters of dark tremble earth Hardened fisherman breath in fresh salt air Lonely windmill invites child of wild mind Steel animals on attack under sea A kittens fur still warm

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