Stories

A new sign has been posted Down by 69, where my old friend Booker used to live It's perfect really, Eases my conscience from that feel of pressure, You know how it be

A: it's done. we are now two. in the same body, me and you. you write the poetry during day, I'll let you. for I'll stretch come night,

i have a friend named Jade we're pretty close, me and Jade known them since childhood, you know

"alack, i have NO EYES" my breath got caught i moaned it was heard by them all

A week ago when i was walking down some bygone road, on a torn-down moat in the middle of a rocky clothesline between Rice Village and Montrose, i was overcome with

Me: a strange occurring took place in the Cullen laboratory last night. I had class there during the day, had forgotten my notes on the table

The beds of my feet feel drunk Within my rib cage a 6 year old boy Gasping for air