Damp Soil

There's a place at the edge of a clearing where the ground is never dry and you still exist for me

Descent

There is solace in gripping with claws outstretched at the smooth slippery walls of the pit

After Party

A forever tunnel stretched bending and swirling, a gateway to the infinite tilt of galaxies exponentially expanding further and further. I moved at light-speed. The cold of space smacking against my face, my wide open eyeballs, freezing everything solid and stiff. And then, propulsion failing, the universe began a slow collapse. It was a thing... Continue Reading →

Year Zero

Hello, my name is Diego Green and I am NOT a writer. But I'd like to be. For a very long time, probably the entirety of my adult life, I've lived under the assumption that I am a writer. I learned early in life that I had some natural talent for storytelling and wordplay and... Continue Reading →

Morris Road

“At least tell me where the fuck you’re taking me.” “Scenic route, like I said. Morris Road.” The shadow forms of rising corn fields bordered the road. In the near distance, visible through the brights, the overarching boughs of the ancient trees seemed to consume the road. “We’re entering the marsh now.” said Cheryl with... Continue Reading →

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