Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings

We laughed like lords and lunatics Our schematics stretched before us

"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…

The young monk rose early to jog, his appetites trailing like cats in heat.

A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings

He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.

a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.

Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…

You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.

Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…

Our revolutionaries Have evolved into gamekeepers

The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…

From this fundamental simplicity,/ houses, cities, regions./ A nebula stretches across the grid.

removing oneself sometimes occurs only on the page

Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.