Kris Hall

WHERE WILL YOU GO, YOU CLEVER LITTLE WORM, filled with so much goodness flaccid in my grip, gushing all that nacho cheese? In my mouth a graveyard appears, lines of stones slam into your grilled broadside. You loved living your lie of billboard immortality, hunger had its own scheme, crushed like a bug you still […]

He sat at his desk while I sat at the edge of his bed while he dictated the story of his life in the rodeo. My mother left me there alone with this hundred year-old rock biter; to be inspired by the gait of his dustbowl legacy or something. She didn’t once note or amble […]

It is nice and sunny all over the internet our focal point of America bereft of spinneret nowhere near New York dandelions in western most polyester greens, sweetened whiskey. Breathing the world’s end or rather ripped from our pivots the tall brink this endless wave fixed in its position nestled between Quillayute Needles that I […]

I gave this dream to a color a swelling and pouting easter cotton on my heart synthesizing the wind and damn near everything else went pastel or rained down onto itself. this job is a blessing I can now afford those fruits drink tables ginko biloba with purpose smile at your back acknowledge the traits […]