In the backrooms of your houses, under your stairs and cabinet drawers, Around the bannisters and down long dark corridors. Do you see them out of the corner of your mind? Does your neck prickle, do you feel watched sometimes? Maybe it walks, maybe it crawls, maybe it creeps on all fours. For every child… Read More Imaginary
Once upon a time, there was a boy and his name was Ouro. As a baby, he was perpetually putting things in his mouth. His mother’s pearls, his toys, the household slippers. Anything he could get ahold of, was treated to a dollop of saliva and a firsthand experience of mastication. The doctors said this… Read More Feed
Every day, Jack cleaned the wrought iron bars of his master’s gate. Polished them ’till they were black and shining and smooth. Top to bottom, spikes first, bottom rail last, clean side of the cloth up. Dip, wring, wipe, dip, squeeze the soap bottle, and so it went on. People always looked him sideways as… Read More Jack of One Trade
I think we find each other boring. Which is quite sad. Because people, With all our infinite capacity for growth and depth, With our many many layers of secrecy and deep dark delving histories, Should not be categorized, compartmentalized, or put in boxes. Reduced to one-liners, summaries or clever definitions. It is with great regret… Read More A Rambling Apology.
I must’ve been what? Sixteen or seventeen? Something young. That golden age when kids – especially boys, you know – think they can do anything. Youth is arrogance and beauty’s bastard child. Anyway, all my friends were graduating high school with me. Most were headed off for college somewhere and the rest had a job… Read More John pt.3
Blood dripped from her lips before she licked them clean. Picking apart the bones, Isabelle slowly sucked the marrow dry before stacking them into a neat pile of brittle on the side of her plate. There were few things that tasted like what you expected them to. Vegetables for instance, advertised a healthy snack but… Read More Sanguine
It started with the birds. Yellow finches, blue jays, your common grey pigeon. No one noticed the decreasing avian life besides the old ladies at the park who suddenly found themselves with an oversupply of breadcrumbs and less and less beaks to feed. Next, she preyed on the cats. Street thin, or household pudgy, she… Read More Fowl Beginnings