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...

He bought a helmet for his heart and wore it out on dates. It protruded through his best shirts as ladies stared at their plates. He bou...

You are the fold my scarf makes when it falls across the chair as I undress. My pulse was a string your voice picked. I bared my thr...

The register in the gullet is a fist. Held by the muscle of unmourned things a duct aches, with the prayer's shudder in a nook of the ...