At twenty-seven, Lenore is cooking alone. She slices the liver into thin pieces, elegant morsels with a rich, ferrous…
A parking lot attendant stands across the street, his gaze directed at the blinking neon silhouettes hovering over the entryway to the DVD…
Things change; they don’t change back.Not every stain can be lifted or purgedfrom the sad, soiled human heart.Certain…
Sitting with pencil and a notepad
From bloody affrayChallenge in memoriamEchoes of past pain