If pain could turn into smokeThe sky would go outThe sun would lose its charmWithout light to guide usIf pain could turn into smokeThe blue would fadeAll life would turn to embersIn this thirst to cryGray returnsThe world spinsThe...

In the nape of gallows dreams hung is the vision of you dancing naked in front of me  Tango tremble, my rough hands trace dance floors across skin discotheque. Lip-sync your poetry into the night’s vase my fist will bloom your portrait to lie next...

(5) Fleabag      Outside in the faint morning light Saint was nowhere to be seen. Riley didn’t bother with the sidewalk, choosing to stomp her way across the grass instead. To what used to be her home. Her mother’s home....

In the beginning,Winter stood over me,a god with iron breath,cold as fuck,asking whether I would kneelor survive. January split my ribs openand called it birth.Blood remembered motion.The year accepted me. February came robed in red,a god who does not bargain.It taught...

... in which Tolik becomes a true friend, demonstrates remarkable prudence, and uncorks his father's cognac. Dawn never broke that day. The entire sky was covered with dense leaden clouds, and the air seemed to be filled with a yellowish-gray...