the sky looked like the workof an artistwho has never onceseen a skynever once let his eyes wander upto the nightand feel that quiet pullof distancenever once watched daylightspill over the edgeof the worldnever once stood beneath eveninwhile colorburned...

(a long, mischievous, tea‑steeped fungal comedy) At precisely five o’clock,when humanity pretends it is refined,the cordyceps wakes inside the teapotstretching its spores like velvet curtainsin a Victorian house that should have collapsedsomewhere around 1892. It yawns.It crackles.It makes that unmistakable fungal...

I was in home i felt when i entered  finally wiping my tears for the long see.  I worked in so many offices, every office gave me  work to do, but in this building i found my home though i finished work in...

(17) Papa Don’t Preach      After Carter left, Marquis Roarke made a few more passes around the basement. But for the most part everyone had settled in. The information that had been his to give had been given, and no...

There are all sorts of fruits all around the world.Some sour,some sweet.Some taste tangy. And some help you defeat.What do you want to eat?An orange oh so sweet? Or a blood red apple?A delicious pear,or perhaps green apple?Fruits of so many...