I saw in your eyes crying for the shadow on my stone with a candle in the cathedral when the moon has licked the graveyard grass a melody of dying withers fate has made between the pages a forgotten...

The Waco Paper PoliceBy FlatDaddy     I’m not sure of the year, but I still lived on North 11th Street in Waco, and I must have been in about second grade, ‘cause we were all together then, my two older...

I come to in the open capsule in the dim light of a narrow metal tunnel. The only light comes from the backlight of the raised lid of my coffin. Not understanding what has happened, I slowly swing my...