...the scent of sake haunting me   with the eyes of jade slipping like silk down the throat   a phantom of memories lost reminds me that the dead are gone    but their absence is not deadwith the eyes of jade...

 Upon the midnight's bleak and desolate hour. A whispered word from out the ebon wall. When shadows clutch at reason's failing power. A funereal and darkly portentous call. A secret told in croaks of lost affairs. From some grim raven,...

His charm was a polished, empty cup.From a distance, it gleamed, an object of desire,but if you peered inside, there was nothingbut a cold, echoing vacuum.He was the sun and the moon of their small world,and he demanded that...

The sun, a fat, lazy hog in the Arkansas sky, was startin' to dip its snout below the Ozark foothills, paintin' the Land of Goshen in hues of bruised peach and old whiskey. Down by the Piggly Wiggly, Cletus...