That Which Takes the Dark

4 a.m., and sleep seemed a thing impossible. The mottled face of the ceiling was like that of the moon, pale and barren, and offering nothing. His eyes moved to the orange strip of street-lamp glow cast across the bedroom wall by the window. He watched the steam from the sewer drains wash and danceContinue reading “That Which Takes the Dark”

Celestial Sisters

The Pacific Ocean is akin to the face of the moon by both its size, unfathomable, for a mind such as mine to properly compute, and likewise, its effect of uniting men and women for eons. Through the history of humankind in all its bloodshed, and orgasms, and soft drinks, and me, the moon hasContinue reading “Celestial Sisters”