I never want to close my eyes because they might not open again. Every blink is a moment of fear. And don’t get me started on sleep. I’m even afraid of the space I can’t see behind my head. Death lurks everywhere. Outside in objects that can take shake me loose from this earth. Inside in untrustworthy meat that loves to rupture and degrade ( Read more... )

It’s a beautiful day and Zaccheus Jackson is still dead ( Read more... )

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Knifebed trampoline explosion marriage, to the hilt, up to your necklace. Arrested miners near the entrance to the chute before the accident. Every vintage photograph crackling at the edges and there goes every single guess at history. Science passes through the eye of the red, red hurricane into myth. Humans before foragers, foragers become ( Read more... )

It’s the glowing catfish moustache that gives the only light down here, the fish’s lower lip tracing powdered silt on the ocean floor ( Read more... )

It was too creepy. The dead should remain dead ( Read more... )

The dead came back ten years ago ( Read more... )

It’s time. I step forward to the red line in front of the customs guard ( Read more... )

I don’t push red buttons anymore ( Read more... )

We’re wrapped up in it. Dwindling flowers of notes still hang in the air from that doomed man’s violin. A heart the size of a cabbage, they said, and a brain the size of a pea. No one knew where this idiot got his talent but the church claimed it was from God. To hear him play made most atheists become agnostic. To watch him play was almost ( Read more... )