Suicide was inevitable, we were born for each other. But how to, crawling through my years. Not what method, exactly:…
I am a world-renowned diagnostician. I’m the person doctors call when patients are sick, remain sick, and fall on the…
What a quiet and dark man. He was like something in the night sky that could barely be seen and…
At first, it was the rats that died. They cluttered the streets and alleys like putrid feces with fur. Their…
New York City, 1901 From the Lab Book of Dr. Cranston Hastings, General Surgeon at Merriam Hospital. February 2 A…
There was a black and white messy dog in the street licking his dick. Occasionally, his tail would thump on…
i have a flute. the “E” key is flat. sort of like my life. when the world was flat. nobody…
We both reached for our cigarettes as soon as we had passed through the hospital gates. I sat down on…