Muse, my fair Muse, Like water down a mountain Muse the story of tattoos. Ink under the skin, Future’s history entwined Are stories yet...

Boats cross in the night. They shine as a brilliant star. Then come morning, part.

She had a cat’s eyes – slanted and predatory. Bubblegum pink hair distracted from what was most important, her guns. But it was her...

It was a deluge. The sky was grey and the winding forest road was an ocean of sucking mud. Thunder rolled over the treetops, but far...

It’s nightfall again and you’re in the same place you were for the last, and the one before that. Little is different, if anything at...

I went to a wedding once. You know, one of those ceremonies that you read about in history books or see in classics from centuries ago. ...

Ideas are tranquil in the way standing in the middle of a placid river, water up to your waist, in the midst of the dog days of summer is....

Paradise exists only in your head. It is a placebo invented by the psyche to make misery more palatable, to make it easier to get out of...