Z is heading home.“Z,” you casually name her,the lone crow gliding to and frocasting a shadow of her silhouetteon the trail…
A man slashesthe night sky, whichturns out to be Dali’s canvaswith dried paint, peeled eyes.Being proven wrong,he can see nothing…
Earlier today, I saw a post by Regina Spektor of a film recommendation on Instagram as a tribute to the International Holocaust Remembrance Day. I didn’t know the importance of January 27th until I looked it up and found that the Auschwitz…
I forgot the name of my old townand the familiar dialoguesspoken by thetooth-missingoldtimers, whose skin was leathered by the Sun.Stories…