Somewhere, the sun collapses beneath a prudent eye. Silent silhouettes sit burnt up, broken, and misled, and wake to a cracked windscree...

//Washington D.C.// Think if it stood in your power to cause clocks to regress. A small bowl full of big fish begets a stunted pond...

//Faith in the Anvil// Words flounder in decay -how I wish they'd never flown. The returning smile of a jackal explodes. I quietly...

Cook the animals. See the cathedral. Plough the fief, and die thereabouts. When I was a kid I played all day. Now, I tire awake. G...

//Start to a noir// One warm and rainy day in spring I stood at the bathroom mirror, shaving. The cat's meow is like an old scree...