How long will I last, reincarnated at the bottom of the food chain?
My grandmother worked the legend shift at Denny’s, a Saturday morning struggle to keep ashtrays…
Free falling. The day is damp. My shredded thoughts not lost in the crimson of the…
We breathe the spiked and silken lemongrass,among marbled men and maidens made of clay, am I a…
The day after savage anthems, I look for grief behind my eyeballs.