In the center of the world was a kingdom; in the center of the kingdom was a forest; in the…
Podcast Memento mori, remember death. Do you remember life in death? I remember death in life. A body tortured is…
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…
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…
We buried my brother with his dreams. On colored scraps of paper my young son, Teddy, and I scrawled all…