The Shallow Tales Review

  here i lie, shut in. an ungainly sprawling creature, foggy-eyed, feeling myself leave myself through a cut on my wrist; a crimson waterfall. cuts are how i say, “i…

One vision. Six doves. Green sated cosmoses precede, Orange wastelands. I have seen this picture somewhere. Who is in? Who is out? In whose mind do these events remain afloat?…

Oblivion beckons again, like a can of beer dripping in chill sweats, after a brief elevation of my encumbered soul by a fleeting lightning. It’s all dark and I can’t…

  losing its melody. This time the music is a stream in another mouth, but isn’t language like molten metal? A name is a shifting reflection of what frames it:…

  A BRIDGE THAT LEADS TO NOWHERE I am a father again, and one day My son, Isaiah, says “Daddy. I want to be a man” stretching his gum “Oh,…

  i want to sleep Nigeria away shut out the noises in my head blur out the drama in my heart but how do you shut out the portrait of…

What’s Love? Can I do without? Leave the heart sober, I’ll make a red hot spring at where the tributary was Something for tourists, in the aftermath Had to pick…

  Sadness in my Bone Geraldine, we should visit the beach often I believe mama’s ghost lives in the current of the wind __ it gallops across the ripples like…