Author: Jordan

The golem is awoken after a long slumber, / tasked with a holy mission.

Sometimes you just sit in your car listening to "Still Fighting It"

IF SOME SAYS "I OKAY SHITS" YOU SAY?

They say the mind goes when you get older

It's a haiku, an "excerpt" would be the whole thing.

Magic—magick, if you insist—relies on sympathies, / the idea that the more alike two things are / the more they can affect one another.

Split fairly like a check, / cheek to cheek, a sleek / acceptance of escape.

Is this apple pink / Or are my gums bleeding?

Among twenty jealous revenants / The only moving thing / Was the back of the divison.

pigeons pecking / in the parking lot