Disturb the Universe Magazine

The number eight is a pair of farm-fresh eggs, prepared on the griddle, over-easy, whereas I exist in two paltry dimensions, rendered effort...

Don't be so happy that the sun has come out, showering all with its light and warmth You still have darkness swirling around you Beware,...

After the soiree ends and the mess is picked up, after the forgotten friends forgive the faux pas of lost invitations, after the babies have...

The island has been there for some time, a crescent and a blob when it needs to be, beautiful and hideous, and many have gone including brot...

His name is inked on her midriff. Her name is inked on his upper right arm. They may not always love one another but their skin has no other...

I will hold myself Knowing each aching thrust from my heart Echoes in your bedroom over the bridge And our emotions coincide With you in ple...

On Thursday asleep, as I feel being, in the humid afternoon, while waiting for what we all wait for since we begin this form of ours, this l...