"Bob Dylan," "Hud," "29," and "Victoria PT"

Look, you know full well what they’re like: twisting words and half-truths, those magpie thieves;

How the corners of the page curl in flame how the smoke rotates every atom of his vision on its axes

In Defence of the Cryptid & How The Forest Calls

We exited the roadhouse, a rural gas station-restaurant hybrid into a more uncanny night.

My many years on stony roads have led me to the crashing edge.

It's getting harder Not to sink To the bottom And live there I see your face in everything, And the thought of Never holding your hand...

Lucia of Syracuse, patron saint of writers — known for fiercely guarding her virginity, but isn’t that another way of saying...

July 17, 2020 2:09 PM Let this wicked song hit where it’s true let it love you thru and thru. The dog whistle of a desired scream,...

she was sleeping with her mom on twine sized mattress  her mom was a waitress  that spend half of her salary on the sleeping drugs  they...

Alone in my office at home, the only one online Tending to my inbox with only it as my company I can not recall when it first joined me...

I don’t believe in ghosts  at least not in the traditional sense.  The only ghosts I believe in  are the ghosts of the people  who walk...

You used to write only exclusives about the world ending. 

There’s a darkness at the heart of me  Creeping, lucidly, through dutch tulips and paisley, Parsley, sage, and rosemary climbing...

i. Träumerei, "Kinderszenen" No. 7; Robert Schumann I was four when I fell in love for the first time. With tender fingers, I traced...

The Amber House, Main Hall, 1920s

The bar was eerily empty. I was, unfortunately, the first to arrive, which left me with the task of finding a comfortable enough table...

In the realm of the Djinn, warmth emanated from apples. Apples were big fireballs that grew on smoky trees whose size, shape, or color...