so postmodern

Poem by Luca Grey Slaton. Holy hymnal hurricane of hymen

crimson harbinger of the funny

feelings you get when we

turn the lights off sacred sapphire eyes and silken

skin that makes you feel pretty

and your hairs a mess,your favorite dress

it looks alright on you

it makes me feel pretty too. hands holding on a knife hilt

feet in the bog silt bodies in black robes,

our entire wardrobe designed for starlight sacrifices and summonings.

They must have a plan, they say and we nod our heads and smile

but in retrospect blood trails always seem to lead one way,

twords we monsters-we, hemophiliacs! we left all the solipsists in the woodsburied under piles of salt of earth

we would become some bloodsoaked legion

this is our assault.yeah and I like to tickle you.I wield in my left hand a dagger

and right hand a sickle. Maybe you will figure it out thatI’m a beast blood

    a moonwalking mongrel. If you cut me open

         it would smell sulpherous and of coal you, hemophiliac, I give

One of the homes on this quiet, Canadian street has a garden that’s very different from the rest. After her husband passed away 20 years ago, the owner of Leslieville’s Crazy Doll House transformed her doll-collecting hobby into installation art. Now, she maintains an ever-changing landscape of dolls, stuffed animals, and action figures that draws onlookers from all over. Source Source 2