i am afraid
to be alone with myself
The Clearing
He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.
The Lost Boy
He was never really lost.
Pumiquat
he never spoke to me again. without explanation, i knew how to say the word. pumiquat. it's not what you think. nor what you expect. it's a secret. i've only told you the part that you're allowed to know
Kitchen Memories
i'm not always sure if a story in the archive is a memory or a dream
Buried Alive
Could those human bones we dug up that time have been cursed? Could I have been cursed? Could we have been cursed? We put them back, but maybe that didn’t help. I did everything I could to avoid digging up the bones of my assault.
Ariadne, Amazed
i was touched by you i was torched by you you put your boot on my face
Random Encounter
As we wept—my father and I—I wondered if it was for his friend, after all. I wondered if it was for him. I wonder if it was for me.
Anguinum
The original trauma was birth and everthying that follows is but preparation for the trauma of death. Of letting go of all that we have learned. It is only through remembering that we can die because remembering is to forget.
What We Love Is What We Hope Is Who We Are
The thing I remember most about being young is the longing I felt, though I knew not for what.
My Vertical Interrogation
I believe I am the figment of a little boy’s imagination. He’s trying to imagine himself in the future. In a different future than the one he expects. I am ten years old imaging I am sixty-three.
M.A.L.ediction of My Offense, Many of Whom are Entering Us
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens, by millions and millions more subpoenas, to wash it white as snow?
eagles toppling mountain goats
he came up on an eagle on a sandbar looking over his shoulder bloody beak dripping with dead cormorant...