Oh, I’m sorry. Was it not clear enough? Did you not hear enough to know what to do? Where does the blame fall; is it on me or you? ’Cause...

We were street rats, junkyard dogs, real playas — we were whatever tough happened to be. Micky was a baller; knee high socks in pumped ...

I am an explorer of words; blindly travelling through unknown lands in a desperate attempt to map the unconscious mind. I am a detecti...

The American vampires fly through TV screens and radio speakers to invade the western night sky. Their sharp incisors bite deep into la...

Nights ago you seemed slimmer; a slender thread of shimmering silver. Now you are round, rotund. Did you get fat with the stars? There...