The harsh lights of the 7th Ave. Local revealed dark circles that had remained hidden during Vivian’s performance.

and oh how serratedly so

I thought we ended things a long time ago

doomsday kittens

Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva

Two titans move opposite one another

My man’s got a habit that’s kinda strange. I’ve got a feeling he’s never gonna change. Whenever I take a trip, when I git back, my underwear’s ripped.

We watched through the plate glass window, like kids watching a mother guppy eat her young. A woman approached the sweaters but stopped suddently, as if she sensed the dark force Darth Vader projects in Star Wars movies.

Humanity comes without a choice

Cathy told the boy to sit in the seat behind her, and gave him her scarf for his face. He nodded and plucked the scarf gingerly from her hands, suspending it between the clean thumb and ring finger on his left hand.

Luke and Diane sat at a round white table looking around the room. There were clusters of people forming an archipelago of cordial exchange and small talk. All but a few were strangers, friends and family of his sister-in-law Mary, now a widow, though the word sounded…

I am the ritual/ banalities of days numbered,/ numberless, and numb.

On a cold, dark night near to All Hallows' Eve in October of 1930, I was summoned by Constable John Wakefield to the house of Vernalier Driscoll. The constable was wild-eyed and very nervous, his hair appeared to be standing on end.

skin is soft and too easily sliced away

snap