the shed of electrofried

            “Instead of my world, there would soon be only ice , snow, stillness, death; no more violence, no war, no victims; nothing but f...

    the ice-crystals cut my eyes in two   I looked from one and I saw the surface veins of the last leaves left   and I looked from the othe...

  when those rocks   hit   hard   they free   three   thoughts     a frozen garden   floating in space   melts