The Cenote

Night passes and I wake from an imageless slumber. I push myself out from my dark water cocoon and jerkily climb up the side of the Sacred Cenote, up towards the sun and its warmth. My worm-like body leaves behind a sticky sweet residue, and I sense each new step through the six slits of [...]

2017-02-25T12:07:19+00:00September 20th, 2016|Prose|

AGAIN BE AWARE by Arthur Spota

ARIES HOROSCOPE: (As translated from Japanese) AGAIN BE AWARE Keep your fingertips, dear Aries.  Keep your spirit so that it will find this spot in the soup, vacuum the water cooler tellin' jokes and so become rather irritated by everyone else; concentrate on a roll, and exercise a little patience, who knows what comes of [...]

2016-11-30T02:47:13+00:00August 29th, 2016|Prose|
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