They sold our gilded cage out from underneath us And who can blame them? Why even bother with the pretense whe - BUFFERING - rks just as...

I have always heard its tendrils writhing in the walls each night. Felt them, to put it more accurately. Ever since my mind's eye,...

Baba waves her liver-spotted hands dismissively as she crosses the threshold. "Too old," she sniffs, her nostrils flaring. "Much too old....

Deep within that wretched, rapturous, metastatic Uber-city of sprawling slums teeming with bitter ghosts Where the grief peddlers,...

It's after hours now and it's just me, the cat, and the day's ghosts they watch through my eyes, waiting and whispering from shadow-lit...

When the cat suddenly scampers, her claws clicking on the hardwood, I always wonder what or who she sees that I can't

is knowing you would give every atom of your being for just one more storytime together in the rocking chair

Father always told me never to let a night terror go to waste So now I stash them away in swing-top glass bottles Each an endless...

Oh, that I could move with the urgency speak with the frankness of my toddler who does not suffer the creeping naïveté of sluggish,...

Pearl Ebberhartt did not smile often. Could I prove it in court? No, but I guess even after your by-the-book chief hauls you into his...

As I lay in bed reading with wifey dreaming next to me I notice out the corner of my eye our bedroom door swing open seemingly on its own...

Sometimes I wonder As I wander our house On dark and moonless nights Whether the last thing I’ll see Upon opening some door Will be a...

Life is a gloomy rift glimpsed in a snow-topped creek; offering vague impressions of what came before, only hinting at the shape of what...

Misty vapors rise and dance over empty Winter fields lined by grotesque scraggle-trees with fickle fingers skyward turned gasping,...

Santa held his phone out at arm’s length. He squinted, adjusting his spectacles with a white-gloved hand. "Dear Mrs. Claus: Insufficient...

When he saw the empty, baitless trap, Nikolai figured he must have poorly knotted his snare. Then he noticed the bootprints. He sighed,...

My neighbor Hengold used to plod out onto the frozen lake behind our neighborhood with a chair, a heater, and a little blue cooler He’d...

As the domed ceiling of the Vault of Sorrows completed its slow, torturous opening, Father Clemont was sure he’d finally lost his mind....

Log in to your opiate of choice for you are a business objective you are a key performance indicator Stuff your mind with noise, stuff...

Father Clemont blinked rainwater out of his eyes as a steady flow of sand drooled from the portal Sister Lament had ripped in the fabric...