I know, where you buried— the Monsters. You buried them in your mind. And because you buried them alive, sometimes— they speak. Fluid...

I kneel in tender broken darkness He knows My knees splayed against my ribs He knows My chest rises and falls He knows this feeling too...

NAIL Why did you pound me into wood, which sent shockwaves through me? I am held here captive between splinters and grain. WOOD Why did...

On the precipice of the future, I glanced into the past; aware of all that had been which could not last. Moving into the realm of...

Synthetic smoke carried up over a concrete river, walking on the bridge overhead, recalling the taste of speed. Passing boats in passing...

Inspired by Tylor, Edward Burnett. “Chapter III: Survival in Culture.” In The Origins of Culture, 70–111. Harper & Brothers Publishers,...

—fell asleep inside a sunlit room; when I woke, it was too dark to leave. —stood and walked, bleary eyed, felt my hand along the wall for...