Van Gogh’s Face by T.L. Kryss

Van Gogh’s Face The eyes: During a thunderstorm, under the aquamarine awning of a kiosk, the sweet smell of musty books and newspapers jumbled together like flowers in a shallow bowl; and a girl in a clear plastic raincoat, pulling Continue reading Van Gogh’s Face by T.L. Kryss

To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True by T.L. Kryss

To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True A tour of the solar system reveals not even one white horse standing still under a willow tree, not even one man who remembers me, and perhaps Continue reading To Think That None of Those Things I Heard in Travelling Were True by T.L. Kryss

Our Minds Boarded up by T.L. Kryss

Our Minds Boarded up Our minds boarded up with rough planks of this world, we do not know whether the sun was a magnifying lense crowded with giant ferns which hummed and whirred like closely packed electrical circuits, or a Continue reading Our Minds Boarded up by T.L. Kryss

Wind from Nowhere by T.L. Kryss

Wind from Nowhere The wind came up from somewhere deep in the mountains. An old man praying to a small fire raised one eyebrow as it highballed down the mountainside, crushing a path through the trees. Hitting the desert on Continue reading Wind from Nowhere by T.L. Kryss

Old Cities Deep in the Interior by T.L. Kryss

Old Cities Deep in the Interior Old cities deep in the interior were left alone. Buildings that, on well travelled seacoasts, might have given way to streets and homes remained in tact, preserved Stone lions’ heads and cherubim still traversed Continue reading Old Cities Deep in the Interior by T.L. Kryss

Reviews of Movies I have seen from trees by T.L. Kryss

Reviews of Movies I have seen from trees How many times has the sun travelled back and forth across this valley cut by glaciers one hundred thousand years ago? How many human migrations camped here and moved on in the Continue reading Reviews of Movies I have seen from trees by T.L. Kryss

The Parakeet Gets Out by T.L. Kryss

The Parakeet Gets Out The parakeet, with a little flip, escapes from its cage in the five and ten goes forth and multiplies in the reflections of aluminum frying pans, and accelerating into hyper space , loses itself in the Continue reading The Parakeet Gets Out by T.L. Kryss

Quantum Leaps by T.L. Kryss

Quantum Leaps A rat that has unsuccessfully wandered through a maze for thirty days on the morning of the thirty-first with no rehearsal or apparent deliberation began to climb the wall. Scant minutes after the stroke of midnight on September Continue reading Quantum Leaps by T.L. Kryss