Podcast Memento mori, remember death. Do you remember life in death? I remember death in life. A body tortured is…
I was born. I was born in the fever of winter when the silver surfs cracked into granite and the…
Suicide was inevitable, we were born for each other. But how to, crawling through my years. Not what method, exactly:…
I stare down my reclined, naked body. Legs extended, ankles crossed, bay breeze gently grazing me. I gaze past my…
“I’ll pop a bitch.” That was Miranda. Tawny skin, wavy hair, with a saucy sailor’s tongue who always seemed on…
There are moments in our lives when we achieve clarity – a sharp, crystallized, hyper-real vision – and grasp, with…
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…