6 Feet Under And Still Keeping Them Guessing

“The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty. It was a significant moment, for it was Francis's first conscious encounter with beauty - beauty that... Continue Reading →

You Won’t Like Me When I’m Silenced

"I always had this feeling that there were two worlds. The one we live in, you know, just streaming along, future into present into past, recorded distortedly in people's minds, and this other world: stock footage. Small integers of life, I mean life in quotes, which represent whatever did take place, whether or not what's... Continue Reading →

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