Tag Archives: pieces

Take a picture of the sun; in the center of it, sometimes, if you’re careful, that’s where you’ll see it. A tiny black speck. In the heart of all the light. Antibright. It’s a shadow in the middle of the … Continue reading →

They called it Project Oxygen. It was meant to be something helpful, as progress always is. Make technology available, as prevalent as the air we breathe, the designers cried, dreaming of bathtubs that would never scald you, homes that could … Continue reading →

It reminds me of patchouli, this stink of dirt against my nose and mouth. It’s a wet, crawling smell that has laid a clutch of eggs on my tongue and left me birthing the taste of rot from between my … Continue reading →

All I can really remember is that she asked me “How is it that they can let you go? Who would ever want to let you go?” We both said a lot of things we meant that night, and what’s … Continue reading →

“Hush little baby; don’t say a word.” Moonlight is cold, silver fire through blue night; it slices in from curtains and windowshades, leaving frigid gashes on the walls and smooth, polished puddles of ice on the floor. It washes the … Continue reading →