My brain is like those old carousel projectors Seeing worlds overlaid like dreadful specters. I see the world in chapters, stories (lines & verse) ...

It’s written in paint across the west-facing wall of a dilapidated church; the message is cold in the summer heat. I’m anxious as I ...

“We both know you didn’t kill him.” The soothsayer smiles at the knight across from her, tracing her finger along a gold chain that ...

The place is called Lover’s Leap. I’ve avoided thinking about it until I saw the blue car for the third day in a row. ...

It had been six months since the dead walked out of the sea. Benjamin sat atop the rounded bluffs, made pitiful by time and ...