Collaboration with Aticus Abey   Stuck in Alt-Delete tonightOh Lord! I’m stoned againWithout ice for my Maker’s MarkRollin dice playing ParchisiOne step in frontTwo steps backGhosts laughIt has always been this wayBut I tryOh lord I try!To make a better selfTo...

Chantal strutted onto the patio, glided down the stone steps, threw her lady-bundle onto the sun lounger, and faced the camera. The sun lit up her burnt sienna hair, accentuating her crème caramel extensions. She raised her arms and...

We met serendipitously,not because the universe announced itself,but because a concrete planterheld just enough spacefor two people not lookingto notice each other anyway. A week too heavy.A night already thinning.Then your voice, unarmed.Mine answering before I knew why. Chance opened the...