I like old things,
Dark and bare and covered in dust,
His words slice and chop meinto a zillion inconsequential bitsand yet, I listen,so I don’t forgetthe sound of a human voice…
Truth is a new moonAn omnipresent essenceA glow of direct discourseThat threatens blanket darkness
Abe opened his eyes. Etta was already sitting at the table silently, watching him, as if she wanted to tell him off for lying in. He…
by Thom Garrett and Danna Colman
I was balls deep in Leia when Annie and Ursula started banging their canes on the front door and yelled to us that the airships…
“Maria, bring me my scarf and help me up.”