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American Gothic Review, for the archives.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

This is purely so I have this somewhere online to prevent it ever getting completely lost. Pay it no mind.

Cold Hands

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Sitting gripping onto things I cannot hold I wait for sun to warm my hands and shun the cold. The empty film and faded cups of all the nights we ..

Down the Well.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

*SPLASH* HEY! - The f**k is that about? F**k you! What, where do you get off throwing.. What is this, gas? Are you throwing gas on me? GAS!? What, lik..

A Great Height

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Lights over lights guide our way home Eagerly ignored. Jewels 'neath our toes, veiled, retired, muted, gone to sleep some time ago. Perched and precar..

Herbicide

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

I feel sorry for theorchid on my nightstand. It doesn't know I won't let myself succeed in it's care. I've decided myself to be incapable of nourishme..

Horses

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Eight white horses running over hills,running and rolling and nipping and jumping.One stepped down a rabbit holeand never ran again.Seven white horses..

A prologue

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

I think I might be a little hard to figure out.Everyone is.You know,one thing from afar,another when you get close enough to ask about the scars,the o..

Mobius

A Story by i.am.the.sun.

So this was a writing experiment I issued myself. -write a story that makes sense if you read it again right after itself as a continuous story.

Open letters.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

Words written in their own time,with the passion of the day,love or hate,or mild longing with an interest in small communication.Sealed, saved, secure..

How beautiful you are.

A Poem by i.am.the.sun.

How beautiful you are,but to what end?Do you eyes glimmer to catch the peers of captains,giving them safe passage to a quiet harbourwhere they might w..