Alien Landscape Archives

Spire Grass Ripples

Freya Pickard·July 18, 2016

spire grass ripples written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard spire grass ripples a blue-green mat of thin stems clothes...

English Poetry

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Delicate Long Limbs

Freya Pickard·July 11, 2016

delicate long limbs written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard delicate long limbs awkwardly angled and yet beautifully graced...

Poetry English

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Shifting From Green Grass

Freya Pickard·July 4, 2016

shifting from green grass written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard shifting from green grass to sun-baked sand, I merge,...

English Poetry

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This Long Killer Jaw

Freya Pickard·June 27, 2016

this long killer jaw written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard this long killer jaw close to my face, trusting...

Poetry English

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This Hollowed Landscape

Freya Pickard·June 20, 2016

this hollowed landscape written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard this hollowed landscape emotions bypass my heart neutral, I observe...

English Poetry

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A textbook example of nominative determinism, Lou Storey has always been a storyteller, a fact well illustrated in his art and in his writing. His careers have reflected that as well, first as a creator of idea-based exhibitions for museums, and later as a psychotherapist employing narrative therapies. His art and his writing share qualities of rich texture and detail, examining our capacity to be absurd while allowing a measure of forgiveness for our foibles. Storey and his husband Steve retired in 2021 and moved from New Jersey to Savannah Georgia. “We love everything about Savannah, it is like a city that looks like a park and thinks it’s a small town. Best of all, we can grow bananas in the backyard!”

Treats Only, Please! by Lauren Scott

Creepy cackles from tall, looming trees
startle their jumpy heartbeats as they walk.
Shadows discreetly follow the echoes
while they timidly proceed down the block.

Young voices repeat with conviction,
“It’s just a night for entertainment.”
There’s no need for goosebumps and fear
as their eyes focus on the cracked pavement.

Undeniably sensing they’re not alone,
many follow in their hesitant footsteps,
eager to reach doors and push doorbells
but afraid of frightening special effects....

Features

Santa’s Workshop

Waiting for the Past to Call

The Significant Breadth of Breath

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Interview Q&A With Lou Storey

Spotlight On Writers – Lisa Reynolds

Waiting for the Past to Call

Better Days

Spotlight On Writers – Nick Adigu Burke

Alien Landscape

Spire Grass Ripples

Delicate Long Limbs

Shifting From Green Grass

This Long Killer Jaw

This Hollowed Landscape

Interview Q&A With Lou Storey

Inside Mia D.

Tattered Byrds

Zenith

Waiting for the Past to Call

The Significant Breadth of Breath

Santa’s Workshop

The Death Parade

22 Maple Lane

I Am A Robot

Driven by Desire

Guitar Duel