Of Shout And Other Things

" Have you ever felt desperation? " " The feverish nausea you call fearful ambition, right? " " Eh? " " You know, the colourless smell, clockworking at the back of skull, the near-century approximates ...

If Pigs Didn’t Have Wings

“How does it feel to have that paranoia settling in, reeling under a bubble of unsettling cataclysm about to burst in tension, does it not - " “Well, for starters, he is no knight in some shining armour.” “ -...

Of Ruminating Lolita

(WC) A gift had arrived in a thermocole encasing, along with a letter. The diamond-encrusted dial of the watch shone with an intent of apology. The letter said so, in hand-written words; however, stark...

Of Half Glances

She smells of rain, Elven, and speaks of grass She walks by time, sublime, and smiles innocuous The never or not, the overshot, the sight of green Of red or blue, long overdue, blessed unseen. Is the gift o...