There atop a steaming sewer vent, beside a murky gutter, laid a rat burrowed in a heap of filthy blankets. Its face coarse, its claws yellow from grime, its fur stained by seeping garbage bags and its tail severed....

Part 1The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)The Path of Uncertainty         I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I...

As my spit-drizzled cock stood erect before her face, she looked at me and gave a smile that would show she was having childish fun.So I pulled on her leash until she came face to face with me. I...

     She was totally unaware of what was about to happen. Once she crossed over the threshold between outside and into her home, I appeared to her out of the shadow sitting on the couch in the living...

Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,my poetic knife feels expressionless.When so, it wants to be drawnand plundered into the white of the page.Then it wants to cut through the emptinessand carve out beautiful metaphors.The blade will glint...