Peachy blur welcome. Masked mouth—mind of its own. Filmy rustle of wings, late lira’s soul. There is only one gathering at the funeral...

Dreams Purged of Encores in Every Buttered Heart Morning symphony. Twilight’s golden pimples popped. I am laid atop feathers, stretching,...

My heart is travelling again, Walking down my ribs like stairs, Thumping along the floorboards, Promenading through an empty hall and...

The Sky falls to Earth; Ethereal blue Ceramic fragments pierce skin. The Moon shatters; the Man within Falling among collapsing clouds....