T Categories Poetry May, 2017 The Fang of Oblivion It has become mechanistic at this point. I placed the blade in your larynx. I have grown tired of your voice. Your speech isn’t free...
A Categories Poetry May, 2017 A Foray into Metaphysics They were trying to catch my eye as I hurried past an old tree, the abandoned pencil factory, and what was rumored to be a..
T Categories Poetry May, 2017 The Housewife Dreams the Drifter Here beneath the hems of evergreen, beside the weathered shed where sunlight doesn’t reach, the housewife squints and takes it all in until she sees..
T Categories Fiction May, 2017 The Strings The walls were a sterile white, bright enough to blind. I kept my eyes partway closed, watching the nurses walk past in their crisp candy..
