The past sits on my tongue, an aphasic weight. It is not an absence, but a presence, a collection of moments so vivid they have no easy words. I can see the afternoon light slanting across the worn floorboards...

On Halloween our lane  travels to many a year agoelectricity it vanishesand only the hearths and candles glow Gaslights burn dim and wise where vehicles no longer park trees grow twice their size beneath the moonlit dark  Sidewalks revamp themselves in brick the leaf strewn...

The world exhales a breath of fractured glass, where the long shadow of the night won't yield a silent, gray, and desolate design revealed. It holds its ground—a monochrome morass. No gentle dawn lifts the persistent gloom, a sound of...

Blood sucking humans, we are all Down to hell’s darkest we should fall All our days are hollowed we ween Killing in the name of love and of deen  Angles have left us to sing and pray To the one who’s game we think...