My Teacher Lost My Poem, like a piece of Styrofoam. We gave them all up, full of luck; and now they’ll never come home. Bright…
Dimmest Glows
Never constant, ever changing: there is no east, west, north, or south, only the abyss’s gaping mouth vast beyond eternity. The infinite cycle of death,…
Semicolon
Sometimes you’re worried, confused. Finger on the trigger, slipping. Sweat dripping and time slows down. Blood dripping every moment you move. The end of you.…
The Ghost of Rome
It all began when Remus wiped out Romulus; that’s when the city of Reme came to be. It was a State of fair Democracy that…