Category: Alex Weir

Rosa Ma Rie (Poem)

Rosemary Rosemary What did you find At the end of the sea Was it the same As the start From whence we came Destroy your heart Rosemary Rosemary Drop a leaf Change by degree Seasons teeth Masticate Matters dull Spirit liberate From the lull…

Solipsism (Poem)

I get tired of explaining myself To myself By myself In a neverending plot Of funhouse mirrors The you in me Is I You see The more I try To look outside I observe myself walk by There is nowhere to hide From this…

The Cottage – Chapter Twenty Nine – (Short Story)

There was a sensation of whirling, of spinning headlong blindly through ether. It felt like eternities had passed between the clap and the first glimmers of some strange purplish light. “Holy shit it’s laser Floyd!”  Jim exclaimed facetiously. “Are you familiar with physics?” Germain…

Reactionary (Poem)

Reacting It’s because God’s redacting The impulses laws The breathe of life Can’t be seen Neither willed with pentacle or even the knife Search with your microscope for how all this has been Seek with the telescope Reach for the source Till the point…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)

Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Seven – (Short Story)

Jim could barely sit up. There had been gravy….with a side of gravy…dipped in venison and lard. He had to go outside with a mug of coffee to keep from falling asleep. The cool evening and the swaying trees were bracing. And each sip…

The Cottage – Part Twenty Six – (Short Story)

The fire was already blazing. Its warmth and the presence of people gave the austere cottage a homey feel. Jim was surprised by the party that had gathered. There were four guests. Which to his accustomed isolation qualified as a crowd. Elsa was stoking…