The VGP Literate No. 11

Pressurized Gravity   Born under a velvet-lined purple sky after revolving inwardly within a chaotic womb in fluids of the River Tao symmetry, a shining babe emerges in flashes of neon radiance; aligned geometrically in vital waters and then spit out violently to evolve with enough destructive urges in tow to reform paradise; a warrior … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 11

The VGP Literate No. 10

From the Garden I come in from the garden and I’m covered in slugs. Tiny slabs of snot with antennae waving slowly moving over my sandaled feet, pausing in confusion at trying to pass a particularly thick black ankle hair navigating the rough etched surface of a heavy Tibetan silver bracelet. I don’t touch my … Continue reading The VGP Literate No. 10