Category: Alex Weir

Wispy, Waify, and Wild (Poem)

She was just a dream I guess that is my nightmare All these sorts of things They always interrupt me This is why I stare O so very blankly As the hand ascends And drops down O so very slowly Nothing ever ends Wispy,…

The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 9.1 – Rope

That’s not right. That tree wasn’t there. None of this was there. I’d looked down at the trail. I’d looked for only a few seconds. Schmidt was behind me. Lucas just ahead. The sounds of our over-encumbered out-sized expedition echoed all around. Now there…

Tactile (Poem)

There’s a lot to be said for tactile suggestion How treading leaves with rubber soles Is an eternal orientation Contextualizing roles The shoe, the man, the fall Somewhere between specificity and ambiguity Strange songs begin to call Like myriad birds Flitting in their season…

Chipping Paint

Small southern towns that bake beneath a low hanging sun. If you’ve seen them all then you haven’t seen any. Did you ever sit under Magnolia blossoms, next to a jar of crickets, as your friend’s sister twirled on a tireswing. A tireswing that…

Cager (Poem)

Overclocked machines Stuffed to the brim With numbered Listlessness so grim So grimly unencumbered To trim Cutting meaning into action Assembled and compiled For a smoother traction Cager faintly smiled The neatness the precision How carefree To live without decision In the geometric See…

Poor Doggo

There were some tumors that I took for skin irritation till they started to bleed. That’s when we took him to the vet. Where a grapefruit sized tumor was found around his spleen. Forutnately, the spleen is not an indispensible organ and it was…

Cheesy Medical Drama Yello#5 – Saturday Night Freewrite

“The best thing you can do…?” “I’m telling you what’s the best thing that you can do.” “You think it’s knowing the signs of a subarachnoidal hematoma?” “Fuck that.” “The best thing you can do is tell me what you are!” “No shutup, shut…