I felt as if I had displaced the last bobbin of my soul, like dominos falling on a stacked deck of cards, each piece tumbling into a void like a key without a hole. The threads of my mind...

Some people are having difficulty publishing their post, so I ask you to be patient as I figure this out. The work is going to Draft and can be released there if you need your work to be immediately...

In the sticky heat of a midnight confession booth where the whiskey's hour clings to my roots and the preacher don’t ask no questions, just slides me a cigarette through the grate,and ask me. "No regrets?" There's a bullet hole...

The stool sighs under my deadweight cheer, A drunken moon stuck to the veneer. The neon hums like a pissed-off fly... Ah, well. Pass us a tin, will ya, Bill?Bill slides a tin—condensation sweats— the kind that forgives a...

Hana the owlOh tell me Hana!Why do you brood those eggs?