I step into the hallway, bare feet touching cold tile. I try to ignore the cobwebs dangling in corners where the low ceilings and walls...

I went to the desert in springtime A rain shower hit scalded earth and I imagined sizzling The cacti silently slurped All the dew of the...

cursed blood subjective wars detritus on muddied shores a microcosm faltering intentions rescinding a cavernous catharsis baby teeth and...

...y me siguen y me siguen las espadas del invierno. A long time ago, I was afraid of death. From the first moment that I could think, I...

My mind feels like a tornado or rather, how I imagine it would feel to be surrounded by the vastness of one; which makes sense, I suppose...