figments
James sat in the office, mesmerized by the rhythmic flickering of the overhead light. It was Thursday night. Usually he worked the Monday shift but he’d gotten unlucky…
In nineteen ninety-five, someone else came to live at my apartment, even though I hadn’t asked her to. I had moved into North Star Heights by then, a…
I was born tiny, naked and sticky and shivering behind a girl’s watercolor lips somewhere inside another girl’s dream. The dream was of school, then of a pool…
And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests,…
There’s something in your closet. There’s something underneath. Don’t search for it I beg you, Or sharp you’ll find its teeth
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