It Is Out There
Between train carts, still night, the hollow neon gleaming, Dead factories, the quiet, Each day away from the every day. On the cusp of...
Read MoreWatchers of the Dark, Gods of the Dead
“I rejoice that there are owls. Let them do the idiotic and maniacal hooting for men. It is a sound admirably suited to swamps and...
Read MoreA Coffee Crumb: And the Wolf Cries Lucy
The Fox leans across the table sluggishly. “Welcome pal, glad you could make it.” He pats the Coyote on the back. “Take a seat,...
Read MoreJuly 3rd
There is still some vodka in the bottle at daybreak and violins playing softly in the background while two muscular black men stand naked...
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