A short story about an experimental physicist who spontaneously creates an extradimensional portal while on a date.
A short poem about a grandkid wondering why grandpa is bald.
Ever since I was eight, I’ve been able to create portals to another dimension. Cool, right?
No, actually. Get your head out of your ass.
A short poem about superstition.
A short, humorous poem about encountering an alien, written and read by Alexis Veenendaal
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“You’re a strange creature!”
The alien said
as he dropped from the sky
to land on my head.
Verdant greens that smell so sweet,
in summer air ‘neath cloudless heat…
Banana peels and pumpkin guts,
And rotted eggs that smell like butts;
Mushy mushrooms and moldy bread,
A hairy, slimy, lettuce head.
Melted trash in a noonday sun,
Microwave tuna overdone;
Steamed spinach and expired stew,
That’s what you smell like through and through.
Black or white (or progressiveness)
but equally, a nebulous.
Conservative or liberalness
just not a mix of “middleness”,
or I shall make an emphasis
on that, your ledge of precipice.
Honoured guest, do you come to me to seek a life beyond the tree?