Waiting to die and waiting to live is the same thing to him that chants: "Let me not be mad... let me not be MAD... LET ME NOT BE MAD!"

It is believed that Life originated in the Sea, and like the Ocean itself, human existance is thus subject to tides and surging currents of...

He sighs for strange and hidden cities whose walls are pink stone, inlaid with opals, ebony and silver, and for altars where the body is worshiped...

A young man yearns for a mysterious lover.

In the depths of night lurks a beautiful fever that heats a man's blood.

OverRiped words from the lips of an OverExposed boy decorates this litany in pink with purple bruises.

"...Deep in the garden of the Artist's heart, ghosts of bygone worlds arise on gothic wings, calling forth delicious languors."

"Devils"..."Angels," when they sleep they dream not of Heaven, but of us. —Mike Kuchar

Two earthbound bodies soul-surf into a new age of enlightenment.

...They'd rather climb to the stars, than give their souls to a soulless world

"No man can stay in bed forever...He must rise up; up the steep steps of perfection."

A 'poet' and a 'painter' discover a malign muse, but their fear and anger keep them young.

"...Roy has set in and spread across the fabric of their lives."

He peels away layers of secrets to you for what you are, and he likes scars because they tell stories.

A "birthday boy's" poetic yearnings on paper translate into a quest for perfection."

From the elephant house of Bronx Zoo to the eight story tall Tabonga Terrace apartments on Sedgwich Avenue, living Mammals scream for their place...

Playwright and performance artist Marc Arthur paves a color-saturated path from 'awake consciousness' to sleeping 'dreamscape'.

"...will somebody lend him their sins, because his old worn out ones have become tiresome."

A vain, self centered mother competes with her daughter in the world of carnivorous men and sleazy movies.

A youth wanders the landscape of grass and sky in search of puzzling impulses.