Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye That thou consum’st thyself in single life? Ah, if thou issueless…
Dita and the House of Faces Dita lives in an old and quite dusty Victorian mansion, stuffed precariously on…
Composed and performed by Risa Peris All in all, it was a white rabbit that got me in trouble.…
“Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy Self thy foe, to thy sweet…
I was the coffin maker’s daughter. Papa made the most lovely coffins. Deep, roomy, lined in French silk, smoothed…
The sky was yellowing. It looked like an egg yolk and the steamy air made it melt – ooze as…
Sweet, stupid people like to take their information lying down. Like supplicants opening their arms to the strange heaven that…
Before my father taught be about cotton alms, he spoke of the Devil. “Get thee behind me, Devil,” said he.…
I think he was a ghost. He walked towards. Thump, thump. His male member, that strange thing, swung like a…
It’s not the heat keeping me awake tonight, though it is a hot night. I wonder if they are sleeping,…