Creative
Losing Grip
John woke up with a grenade in his hand.
That wasn’t the worst of it. His alarm said he was going to be late for work.
gallery of rotten riches
under the withered moon of catastrophe
a strain on the blueberry sky.
Badass Women
Eleanor pauses in her tracks, sucking in a breath as she turns not to face the man, but the arched windows that line the passage.
Aquitaine stretches out before her, its beauty incomparable to filthy, cramped Paris.
Lonely Hearts of the Animal Kingdom
Bonjour, mon amour! I think perhaps you are the muse I’ve been searching for.
25 March 2020
The Cherryman: The Boy from Stormwater
The first child born to a god brought the moon back.
25 March 2020
