PoeticsLegendaryDC14You suddenly picture Melita, Luzian features behind her clipped, trained Kohilan accent, smiling to herself as she manipulates you from a control room just across the Noscorrentes.
PoeticsLegendaryDC14Sky burial by seabirds. The gulls will pick the scant papery skin from his bones.
PoeticsMediumDC10You could build a garland of the small white blooms, wear it in your hair. Trail a path of perfume behind you.
PoeticsMediumDC11A decent imitation of Cengiz Balik's style of free verse, but they could have gone harder with the adverbs.
PoeticsMediumDC10'It' rides into battle under polychrome banners, lance shining with the hopes of the people. 'It' wears a suit of steel. Women and homosexuals throw flowers at its feet.
PoeticsEasyDC9And that smell -- equal parts evergreen forest and skunk gland, at once exotic and familiar.
PoeticsMediumDC10A sickly bureaucratic rainbow, the decaying remains of the Opera's collective memory.
PoeticsEasyDC9In the eternal struggle between main things and side things, you have chosen a side. The side of not really choosing.
PoeticsEasyDC8Sometimes there's an installment so bad that the entire franchise has to be wiped from the collective consciousness...
PoeticsMediumDC11Memories projected upon a white bedsheet, rough with grain and burned by cigarettes.
PoeticsEasyDC8The last gasp of heroic rock. They never lied and never sold out! The image and the reality were one.
