Bachelorhood
Red Light District
She came to me the way death comes to good characters in a well told story. For a moment there I had begun to drone…
Poetry
I am not Sorry Anymore
I am not sorry anymore, world. The internet you shoved down my throat And the grotesque knowledge you dropped Onto my stunting spine taught me…
For Whom the Light Shines
The boat drifted slowly on the endless turquoise sheet of the sea and it was impeded only by the weight of the few remaining passengers.…
The wizard is the son of a kapenta
I The yellow light from the low-hanging bulb shines on the right side of his round face, making it seem like a half moon, and…
