EAT THE FRUIT and who's to say... maybe some tremor of what you called you may wield the sceptre instead of the pick and shovel on your next orbit but what you call you won't be there don't hope for that and should this trouble us? we're barely here when we're here we drive this … Continue reading Poems by Brian Rihlmann
MALFORMED
By Brian Rihlmann on the forest floor there was movement and when i crouched to get a closer look i could see it was a butterfly struggling to break free bright yellow and glowing like a tiny squirming sun inside the dark shell of his cocoon he was halfway out but seemed stuck so … Continue reading MALFORMED
Academy of the Heart And Mind 