They sold our gilded cage out from underneath us And who can blame them? Why even bother with the pretense whe - BUFFERING - rks just as...

Deep within that wretched, rapturous, metastatic Uber-city of sprawling slums teeming with bitter ghosts Where the grief peddlers,...

It's after hours now and it's just me, the cat, and the day's ghosts they watch through my eyes, waiting and whispering from shadow-lit...

When the cat suddenly scampers, her claws clicking on the hardwood, I always wonder what or who she sees that I can't

is knowing you would give every atom of your being for just one more storytime together in the rocking chair

Father always told me never to let a night terror go to waste So now I stash them away in swing-top glass bottles Each an endless...