Christian Gann

I don’t fall for that typical love that attracts bloodshot eyes.
Encapsulated in a pulsing red is a desire that repels me.
For with every beat of a heart, there is one in sync with mine.
Somewhere.
And in w […]

Outside the splotched windows only a few people passed by. Orange streams of sunlight cast a glow on the brick buildings just across the narrow street from the café. I waited behind the counter, sleep still […]

Dear United States of America,

I have a few questions for you. I don’t know how you’ll respond. After all, you tend to have varying opinions. It’s quite difficult to understand exactly who you are. Exact […]

Straight lines do not make straight thoughts.

And so to bend the rules is fitting.

Clear sounds formulate dissonant ideas.

And so to stretch the note is soothing.

Monotone settings do not make simple […]

The lullaby in clawed vinyl echoes off molding walls.

I cannot rock the poor baby to sleep – no matter how much I caress its soft skin and hum to the broken tune.

The splintered mobile dangles lifelessly […]

It was still early. Thirteen minutes past six. Only a few ladies and gentlemen stepped out of their quaint homes, lined up so neatly and organized along the cobblestone road that ran perfectly along the perimeter […]