Potential Titles: Mike Allen

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The escalator, rolling ever down - Mike Allen "Ascending"

Lonely as a sailor left to drown - Mike Allen "Ascending"

The roaches march in lockstep - Mike Allen "Ascending"

Convicts programmed for an unwelcome war - Mike Allen "Ascending"

Who tried to warn us once before - Mike Allen "Ascending"

Drew blood to fill our cups of dream-dark wine - Mike Allen "Ascending"

Your demon words borne high on wings of song - Mike Allen "Ascending"

Dodged Miro's famished halo of animalcules - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Deflected Dali's softening emissions - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Sidestepped Duchamp's fractured descent - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Her Cerberus grew far more heads than most - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

The one whose kiss she chose to return - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

This hooded ferryman with forked tongue - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Nodding with the rhythm of the wind - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Will they warn her if her next step goes awry? - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Kept her attention focused in other space - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Drag her silent from the hedgerow maze - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Eyes empty as her hopes of escape - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

A dainty mosaic mortared in his courtyard - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

The tether-thread coiled around her wrist - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

The tunnel to their altar opened in his chest - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Rimmed with light, shaded with night - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

A guide to navigate a new labyrinth - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Left a chortling hyena in her ballroom clothes - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

The demons climbed from the blood-soaked soil - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Hunting for the gate she desperately held shut - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

A voice heard from the wrong end of a trumpet - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

The serpent who gifted her with feathers of every color - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Where mannered harpies poured tea - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Attendants in crow masks bathed exquisite vultures - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Butterfly-winged sphinxes guarded their eggs - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Witchy trinities mixed spells in flower cups - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Playful ghosts snagged in the trees - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Dreamed, long since freed of any limits - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Stone touched by her fingertips took flight - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Exposes hieroglyphs etched on her skin - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Birds spill from beneath her breasts - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Shade the countryside with outstretched wings - Mike Allen "Carrington's Ferry"

Who wore the ghosts of his beloved - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

The first time he followed her beyond the grey lands - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Before he left the black and white of Russia - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Lounging nude atop the roses on the mantle - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Towering anxiously over infinities of forest - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

A shining figure cut from a summer sky - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

A steady lamp in a vast plain of shifting grey - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

The creative tempest of the Paris streets - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Green-faced violin players guarding vertical streets - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Nags whose foals romped among stars - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Finding untried ways to interlock - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Quiet Jews robed in earth and light - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Winged jugglers with hummingbird heads - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

All things freed of black and white - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

Filtered through the tints of the true universe - Mike Allen "Chagall's Lamp"

When he learned he could drink the stars - Mike Allen "Deluge"

The thirst that ached in his shriveled cells - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Longed to pour galaxies down his throat - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Consume cold dwarfs and exploding nebulas - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Suck cotton candy nebulae through his teeth - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Chew the baby stars inside like sunflower seeds - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Wolf dark matter gulfs in gassy gulps - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Mow through Andromeda spirals - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Envelop and swallow the universe - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Stuff his stomach on bloated creation - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Spill acid back to the Big Bang - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Breakdown way more wicked than Noah's flood - Mike Allen "Deluge"

Words trickled through the sand - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

That etched lush loops beneath a canvas of clouds - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

A voice threaded through the whistling breeze - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Formed of sunset light, of fleeting umbral fire - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Writing cursive lines on shifting slate - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Over plains of magma murk - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Where spined and shelled imps bent to their work - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Nearly severed from his star - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Amidst a tightening lattice of hungry radiance - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Filled his arms with hues and shadows - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

The circlet woven of his soul's final art - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Smile translucent as a half-remembered sunset - Mike Allen "La Donna del Lago"

Pockets pregnant with moondust in dimebags - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

In the bands of shadow cordoning the trees - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

Holy manna from an astronaut's boot - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

A little blood left dripping on the holly - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

The bark peeled from a memory - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

Alone with the famished dark - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

Let something sour drip into your dreams - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

Burn a page to set the mixture boiling - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

Savor this dollop of alchemy - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

Beyond the coral shelf of the bloodstream - Mike Allen "Freebasing the Moon"

A temporal embezzlement siphoning away my time - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Outside the borders of event and effect - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Crammed full of phone calls and supershriek demands - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

While I starve for a second of rest - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

One endless night, stolen contraband - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Make my own time, counterfeit the minutes - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Breaths of fresh air injected in the frantic - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Grasp a length of time with my fingers - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

The more time I make, the less you have - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Slipping away carried off in the stream - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

Whose time must we steal to have a future together? - Mike Allen "How I Will Outwit the Time Thieves"

When Ganesh marries my mother - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

My own man in the eyes of the law - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

That touched the ancient folds around his eyes - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Unseen trains shake the ground every day at 5 - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Eaten from the inside and about to fall - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Curled in an inverse question mark of concentration - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

But some part of me still flattered - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

After the vows and the happy tears - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Goes twenty miles further than possible - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

When you feel rigor mortis in the gas pedal - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Long before time really got rolling - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

We need every bit of luck we can hold onto - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Bad luck drawn away like pilot fish following his wake - Mike Allen "The Journey to Kailash"

Color provokes a psychic vibration - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Color hides a power still unknown but real - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

The spiral circumscribes a center, but no limits - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Shedding confinements of skin and shadow - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Riding the inverse surge of gravity - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

To yearn for flight is to fall into forever - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Every landing a new abyss - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

A companion who could withstand deepest space - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

He refused the most sure sanctuary - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Not trusting the beautiful void to seek him out - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Telescope aimed at an angle no other could perceive - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Focus adjusting over decades - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Foregrounding first in the fey realms - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

The tiny stars that crawled through river flows - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

His gaze rose through the shapes behind the world - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Aggressive disputes between entities without boundaries - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Fields of mud and blood and blue - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Those hostile clouds blocked his view - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Even when the Bolsheviks took his home - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Those stars were letters swimming at creation's edge - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

New epics written with each shift in space - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Captured in frustration on his canvas - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Snatches of calligraphy, fragments of a cosmic alphabet - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Hands afire with a vision of two great towers - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

A gateway to emptiness policed by ghosts - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Place galaxies true in their quadrants - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Storms of shape and hue rain tremors - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Somewhere parsecs deep behind your eyes - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

Climb, slice through the harness of gravity - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

The codex written at the boundary of time - Mike Allen "Kandinsky's Garden"

I filed suit for your soul today - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

You felt the service in your bones - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

And represent you in your plight - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

Cannot be hired in noonday light - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

The jury picked to hear your plea - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

Will curb the cost this judge demands - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

And placed a lien on your bones - Mike Allen "Lis Pendens"

A thousand Persephones lie bleeding in the Lethe - Mike Allen "Machine Guns Loaded with Pomegranate Seeds"

A thousand more cross on Charon's armada - Mike Allen "Machine Guns Loaded with Pomegranate Seeds"

Feed a thousand chains of regret through greasy barrels - Mike Allen "Machine Guns Loaded with Pomegranate Seeds"

Peer through sniper slots at the enemy's gowned grace - Mike Allen "Machine Guns Loaded with Pomegranate Seeds"

Wish for breath to warm our palms - Mike Allen "Machine Guns Loaded with Pomegranate Seeds"

Wait sadly for the order to serve the feast - Mike Allen "Machine Guns Loaded with Pomegranate Seeds"

The webbing of her mind filled with tangles of light - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

The clusters of her eyes pressed shut - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

The time to question false wisdom - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

The shackles binding your souls do not exist for justice's sake - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

Her chorus of mouths howled in agony - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

From the dark corners of time they attacked - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

Lightning leapt from her synapses - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

Some tore holes in space and leapt through - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

Some scattered into quantum futures - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

Some flashed away in ships of light - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

And hid in the space between atoms - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

Do not accept, we whisper down the soul-webs - Mike Allen "Metarebellion"

His pain inside immaculate lines - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Unyielding stripes forced order on the primal - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Each new cage designed to perfect the prime balance - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Too much hung inside the scales - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

When did he first discover this gift for equilibrium? - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

An urgent revelation in a haystack-mounded field - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Arrayed behind his eyes in primary bands of power - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

A quest to reveal the bones of the sublime - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Skeleton of black borders and color fields - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Forms refused the restrictions he imposed - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

And refused to back away from the boundaries - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Endless variations inside diamonds and squares - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Fragments of a design only his head could hold - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

These thaumaturgies schemed in pain - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Mistaking white space for emptiness - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Explosive kinetics craftily restrained - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Energies controlled and composed - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Regimented shards of the Great Order - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

And forged a new emptiness from order - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Drew vectors that would tear through fragile forms - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

That optimum interlace of energy - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Battling to flatten the violence, the vileness - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Even as the effort turned to poison - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Until something resonated in the very air - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

Every simple square a shout of joy - Mike Allen "Mondrian's War"

A flurry of coronaries in the overnight forecast - Mike Allen "Mrs. Rigsby's Fatecast"

Those dark clouds of fate on the horizon - Mike Allen "Mrs. Rigsby's Fatecast"

You must always start with something - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Afterwards you can remove all traces of reality - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Only an equal sorcerer can survive them - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

When the scarlet fever delirium claimed him - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

To show him views from all angles at once - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Memories gnawed at the back of his grieving brain - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

How to find again that visionary state - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Infused those thousands of canvasses with hidden arcana - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Tributes to the god who slew the celestial bull - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

The rapture of seeing outside space returned - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

He knew he could be the new Harlequin - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Protege of trickster Hermes - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Author of any wizardry his lusts demanded - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Clad in diamonds of rose and black - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

The nature of his magic as yet unsculpted - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

With a quest for final configurations - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Sharpened the vision that saw from all sides at once - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Allowing him to shape others to his whim - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

He shed the Harlequin's chequered skin - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

The Minotaur weaving toward its meal - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

Divide himself so completely into parallel planes - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

To stuff the Minotaur back in his Harlequin cloak - Mike Allen "Picasso's Rapture"

With subatomic possibilities that pulse - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Uncountable thousands of divisions in the stream of time - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Unlikely steps on the gallows of wave function - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Intertwining destiny testifying for a hopeless cause - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Swimming against the undertow of infinity - Mike Allen "Pulse"

That will which existed before consciousness - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Stares out from the space between atoms - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Tones composed in probability scale notes - Mike Allen "Pulse"

In the mote that made the big band bang - Mike Allen "Pulse"

The sound that awakened all of everything - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Strung the cords of existence on the bars of time - Mike Allen "Pulse"

And forced the music into pulsing motion - Mike Allen "Pulse"

Space went to war with itself at 8:20 - Mike Allen "Space War"

The bombardments and aftermath - Mike Allen "Space War"

But now, I live in No-Man's-Land - Mike Allen "Space War"

Still lies just outside the edge of my mind - Mike Allen "Space War"

The dominoes of murder and betrayal - Mike Allen "Space War"

Floor vowing vengeance on Ceiling - Mike Allen "Space War"

Every treacherous step leading elsewhere - Mike Allen "Space War"

My rooms slip in and out of higher dimensions - Mike Allen "Space War"

With me its single lost refugee - Mike Allen "Space War"

Nothing remains of the world I understood - Mike Allen "Space War"

A mammoth serpent winding through the tall grass - Mike Allen "Strange Cargo"

Steel-skeletal cars stacked with stranger cargo - Mike Allen "Strange Cargo"

Interlocking puzzle towers of flesh - Mike Allen "Strange Cargo"

A promenade of empty shells, automatons - Mike Allen "Strange Cargo"

Undying faithful to light torches in the catacombs - Mike Allen "Strange Cargo"

Unafflicted by a need to breathe - Mike Allen "Strange Cargo"

The Gate said "Abandon All Hope" - Mike Allen "The Strip Search"

I thought I'd tossed all my hope away - Mike Allen "The Strip Search"

Bones X-rayed, stacked in narrow rows - Mike Allen "The Strip Search"

Panned the contents for every nugget of twinkling hope - Mike Allen "The Strip Search"


Mike Allen & Kendall Evans & David C. Kopaska-Merkel.

Collaborative snippets by Mike Allen & David C. Kopaska-Merkel.

Mike Allen & Ian Watson.


Poet's bio at Strange Horizons.


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