The factories breathe and plume the skyline, the light grows heavy and begins its slow…

Unsleeved, the rubber tied and tapped. The vitrine tube is filled with pilgrimage, the blood…

Witchcraft’s little hammers beat upon her heart, whistling through the glint of spider’s web, her…

The slice of apple was destined to be metaphor. Auditors and lecturer alike, wallflowered by…

The zebra in the window is husk-eyed and a-prance, though going neither forward nor back.…