To my right, blank stares interchange with closed eyelids on an unkempt face. The minutes drip into the endless sea of night outside the window, each time creating a deeper blackness.

When you finally got blood from the hard stick You spotted the backflash of red And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms Were everywhere, and you were in the middle Holding her down with one hand while wielding A butterfly in the other. You stuc

"She has a lot of time to think these days. What else is a woman to do with the rest of her life?"

Oryn woke up in her desk. Sweat trickled from her forehead. Staring at her notepad, with her latest calculation, she forgot to go home. Her thoughts of Alysia calmed for now, but still lingered from her dreams.

Richard bounds up the stairs to his apartment. He can’t wait to get home to his new kitty. He found the poor cat right outside of his building just a few days ago, and already they’ve become fast friends.

I see those shoes and the status they confer, and I know what they cost.

My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.

... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.

I don't think dogs like to die with the pack. The smell of them rotting brings trouble in the wild,

At night, on these New England roads, there is no light, no pink sodium-vapor glow, no guideposts.

There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.

'Yer a cool, cool glass of water baby....'

The voices he hears are God and the Devil and he knows the difference. Therefore, he is not mentally ill.

Danica saw her hand with the ring lifted up by Oryn. Both of their eyes locked onto the red gem and Danica understood what Oryn offered.

The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…