Poetik Gun – David Nadeau
When I took this decayed root of oak in my hand, it became a golden revolver, assorted with diamonds and belts. As if it had been seen in a dream of marvelous murders and robberies.
Two Dreams
Casi Cline I was walking through an empty airport, and I had the feeling that the world had been ending for a thousand years. My flesh was dripping and I needed a place for repairs. I came upon a conveniently located airport funeral home, but I soon discovered it only served people made of fruit. [...]