Afterwards, he’d been dragged through the woods. A short slice of a knife took out his tongue. At home, his…
I know you. I know your body smells everywhere I go. I see the smell rising in the street after…
We hunt for shadows through the dark, hidey passages in the sixteenth-century building with a sloth as a walking partner.…
I kept scratching at the wound with a scaly scab. Ma kept yelling at me not to scratch. “It’ll leave…
I had never seen a body hacked to pieces. I approached stealthily. Like a cat about to pounce on prey.…
New York City, 1901 From the Lab Book of Dr. Cranston Hastings, General Surgeon at Merriam Hospital. February 2 A…
Story based on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 3 But if thou live, remembered not to be, Die single and thine image dies…
Mack the Knife was a dirge. Louis Armstrong and Bobby Darin made it jazzy, catchy – an insidious song…
The hay and crops were on fire, but I turned my back on the haunting flames. Men were flinging buckets…
He would encircle me in his arms and heft me up near shoulders. “The moon,” I would yell. It seemed…