If variety is the spice of life, my sobriety isequivalent to rolling seven on a cubic dice. Standing tall like united lice on laboratory prisoned mice will sooth the soul and mute the sighs. Goodbyes are poor receptions in...

At the edge of the morning,they shimmer—stripes stitching and unstitching the plain,a restless river of black and white dreams. Each hoof prints a fleeting mapon the dust that forgetsand the wind that remembers. Ears tilt toward the unseen,eyes catch the flick...

Can i ask you to ask me if i’m okay? Is it weird if i don’t listen to that question anyway?Isn’t it silly to live life with a raised chin, while my body is covered with more scar tissue...

Ten, nine, eight,seven, six, five, fourBehold, I knock upon the doorthat whosoever… three, two, oneWe have ig-ni-tion.Orian sighs and by his breath,all life returns from after death.A swarm of ships from Heaven’s realmamass and duly overwhelmthe somber dark before...