It is not my own blood I smell. I remind myself of this during every chase. Stalking through an alley between brick warehouses, the...

When I fool myself, I find My foundation is shaking; The ground under my feet splits And darkness seeps up and out of the earth; The smog...

“Everything's forseeable... My grandmother sweeping the sidewalk knows that. She says there's no god, only an eye here and there that...

I know, where you buried— the Monsters. You buried them in your mind. And because you buried them alive, sometimes— they speak. Fluid...