The encroaching shadows of gravestones stretch like rotting teeth, basting tongues with the sour tang of forgotten names— each syllable dissolves into the dark’s wet throat, swallowing ghosts who still whisper from the wings of the...

Like a second skin of tarpaulin, the night hung to her flesh with a scent of distance memories.  Squeezing my stones, exhaling, whispering to Cicada. I felt the sluice of my sperm thickening, sticking to her flame. Her eyes...

...a melody unfolds with a thunderous symphonyin a harmonious twilight of screaming galesdancing on the tapestry of forgotten dreamsunfurling a torrent of raptures withinfervent intensity cascading chaospunctuating silence, unfolding