Interdimensional Losers
On Sunday he comes to your door with a dead bat and marigolds in an old violin case. You groan inwardly (hasn’t he found a place
A Bit of Neural Interference in the Collective Unconsciousness
On a windy autumn night of my childhood, I dreamed that a tall young man opened a door in a tree for me. A dim blue
The Jungle Devouring Itself
The jungle leaves its noise under layers of grimy stones and dead vines. Thick air muffles the insect
The Dream Highway
The dream highway ran the narrow strip between the surf and the forest, and we drove alongside a
Cracks in the Sea Sky
When you’re shipwrecked and cannot die, the page of your book never turns. You live one endless day