Deus Ex Machina

He had stayed up the past thirty-eight hours, kept in an altered state by psylocibin impregnated bacon rind and walnut coffee.

Suicide Art

There are secret streets and secret worlds. There are secret names encoded in the graffiti on toilet walls and in the chalk outlines of suicide victims.

Concrete Teeth

Carla paused a moment before spitting out the bacon rind she had been chewing between her teeth.

The sea, the sun and the moon

A poem about the sea

psychological diet

I am trapped in my cage, no one knows how I feel, alone on my plat formed stage, awaiting my next meal, there are a lot of people here, babbling on about their lives, no one sees my tears,
Cherry

Transference

Kind of sad and kind of creepy - its up to you

Saints Of Satan Chapter Four

Vines snaked amidst overgrowing shrubbery, dank and moss strewn in the damp of the nearby swamps.

On the Gulf Coast Oil Spill

I'd like to discuss the Gulf Coast oil-spill as an example of the nature of our public discussion in this country.

The Angel's Silence 35

"What are you doing in my husband's room?"
Cherry

Elusive cherries

Elusive cherries

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