Writing

It melts my soul. It. Melts my soul. It melts, (my soul!) And from the…

How often words have failed me I would be hard pressed to say, so easily…

Snow and gold and the sudden dark apocalypse of a female professor’s room. Fewer books…

Among the many places where calendars are unwelcome, the appetite is specific as a realm…

Ignorance is the best defense when circulating amid your dear lieutenants. Tracers whisper as I…

The channel is shaded blue. Of delicate phrases spiked with white stains, as though awaiting…

Every grunt is conspiracy. Faint colors register their fragrance, move unhindered through the chamber, caryatids…

The names: some reek downward their sudden power, others depress mysterious chords of mislaid remembrance,…

The worm breaks the garden into black tunnels. Question the worm and receive silence gladly.…

When words dream I am at a loss desiring the ‘us’ I left and thereby…