bullet control

suck your thumb in ambient red. the universe ends at a point just before a crimson curtain fall. time will soon betray and all this will be no closer than the time you missed the falling star by eyelashes. but [...]

February 24th, 2006|Fiction|

His name is

a soft sari of embroidered silk I want to wrap around myself.

February 20th, 2006|Fiction|

rush hour

the world comes together at twilight; day seaming shut, sun bleeding into a pool and at the edges, the gentle assertiveness of stars. but the traffic makes us forget. overcome by lightshows from the other amnesiacs, the mind spills over [...]

February 1st, 2006|Blog|