At the bus stop bench, he looks like a salvaged medical experiment, but he sits there, with the shotgun wound in his head, and passers-by crane their necks to get a better view at the freak show which is Stuart. Remington blast leftovers. With the self-inflicted crater in his brow healed up six-months by now, he sits sweating in the hot afternoon sun and glares out boldly at traffic with his one remaining good eye. And as the cars rush by, each tinted face inside stares; stunned by the puzzling disfigurement which they can’t quite put their finger on. Though above all else, one thing is Stuart’s greatest torment to date: With a single hazel eye can he now easily divine every shift of recognition at his violence to another heart done.

“Séance For Departure: The Jack Parsons Project” by Kuger Peterson

“Lone Star – Rendered” by Kuger Peterson

Fractured bodies strewn amid the
mushroom cloud of ignorance
the battlefield belies the true seeds
that give birth to the power of deception.
The corporate leviathan devours the remainder
of our innocence
and barricades our tears,
as we lay violated
and we take our place
in the Book of the Dead.

“Sea Dream” by Gary Eisenberg