For the Review Game's November 2012 WCC. Dedicated to my mother.

Of night drives and my oldest demons. A villanelle.

Don't speak, I know just what you're saying.

Tomorrow I'll forget you - but today, you can be everything.

My first short story. "Whenever I see a girl, I hear a guitar lick. That isn't a metaphor, either."

Came back to see I never posted the entire series. It's a year or two late but oh well. Eight poems in total. The first four are "Part I" and the second four are "Part II". Any concrit is, as always, immensely appreciated.

And that makes me a black hole? /mc/

drawing you is like drawing decay...I've been painting...

The story was originally a poem. became a story.

A story inspired by a foggy day in my town.

A stream of thought that flows to a river of dislike and ends in a ocean of contempt

i water the dream garden, but whither in the bone dry soil.

Close your eyes.

Hello stranger, I don't know you and you don't know me. And yet, we live under the same roof.

A very emotionally charged poem supporting all forms of love.

to digest you is impossible.

when we fuck and / dance and seize the foggy day / by a late isolated thundered night, though ... (crow to raven thx to spider-matt)