Could Spirit Alone
blood, the good Christian angry at his lack of power, skin broken under the onslaught of memories, terror and omniscience…
Category: Original Lit
Cruising Along Fate’s Darkness
Bright yellow flashed along her sides, blinding and twisting deep. Then, velvet darkness resettled, unbothered and waiting. Emptiness stretched out…
Tending and Other Poems
Tend the garden No need to do too much It’s been planted A little water Here and there And lots…
Zero Opportunity
In June 2013, I received the news that Zero Books would publish a collection of my film theory essays. The…
Front Page
It was deadline night. The newspaper was being put to bed. Phones rang with last minute comments, and fingers pounded…
Concrete Dreams
It wasn’t my fault. I did everything right. She provoked me, and that’s why I was here, terrorized and now…
I Do Not Like Pomegranate
I do not like pomegranate Theres a reason but I don't understand it Its a four syllable word I think…
Over the Porch
I sat down on the white bench, checking my watch. They were late, and nobody called me to tell me…
Metamorphosis
If you are LIFE I shall dress like a sunbeam. If you are DEATH I shall grow whispering wings. If…
Burning Down The Doll House
Fires licked pink, plastic walls, turning them black. Floors melted. Windows filled with smoke. Toy furniture ignited. A small figurine…