February 2017

The Phases of Sleep My dog sickles and rounds in my bed. No almanac predicts his phases; I learn...

Rondeau in Winter “like a worm, was I wrapt round and round”              ...

Lycanthropes She told me, she fears the night for then, all banished monsters retreat out of nowhere, recycled into...

There was once a girl who lived near the ocean. At night she loved to walk along the ocean...

Pining. That was the word he had been searching for.  Pining; to be in state of great longing, to...

The year we decided to kill ourselves was a beautiful year. It couldn’t have been a better time. Really....

Nothing matters now, here, when my arms are full of you.  Even though everything is a little less than...

“There is no transition: you wake up in the dream in the other world, on the other side; there...

I found her on the shore with eyes eaten by fish and skin peeling like an orange. It’s the...

  Kashmir, 2030 “We will get it,today or tomorrow. Azadi is our birthright and we shall have it.” These...