I bought flowers at the grocery store even though I didn’t mean to buy flowers at the grocery store.
Fresh flowers are for afternoons when you feel shiny and...
Mathias Ford watched the clock on the white wall. It read eleven fifty in the morning. He sat on a brown metal chair at a worn wooden desk near the entrance to ...
You'd have thought it was a mad scientist who gave me the Emptiness Machine, but that's not true. It was a poet.
I saw the poet three times before the world ...
I let him into my flat. He puts the empty bottle of vodka on the floor and walks around, lays a hand on the wooden box on my coffee table, the box that looks li...
The inflated breast, the red and filling cheeks. Hands balled, white to the knuckle, nails cleaving palms. Face like a cork in the spout of a freshly shaken bot...
