Poppyseed part 3

This morning, he was wearing a powder pink polo, a slight deviation from his usual attire inspired by the blossoming summer heat. The July sun heated up the wet air and turned the city into a swamp. Even Neil, who hated showing his knobby knees in public, had been forced to retire his long sleeve... Continue Reading →

Poppyseed part 2

Neil waited for him every morning as he sipped his triple shot latte and tried to hammer out chapters for a book that would make his editor happy. He used the beautiful stranger’s arrival as the signal to take his first break. When the mystery man floated in like a long-legged ghost, Neil closed the... Continue Reading →

Poppyseed: short story

He ordered a coffee and muffin every morning at 10am without fail. One coffee, black with three sugars. One muffin, poppyseed, glazed. Day in and day out, rain or shine, he whooshed in from the street in his black ankle boots and his tight khaki pants, his pastel button-ups with an embroidered alligator on the... Continue Reading →

Possession: animation

Here is a creepy little animatic I did about a necromancer who plays with forces he doesn't understand. Animation and drawings are mine, characters are mine. Audio is "Where Is My Mind" cover by Safari Riot. Enjoy!

Lived In: flash fiction

Bill hadn’t been in such a nice house for a very long time. It was quiet but a different kind of quiet than the dusty silence of the warehouse. They were standing in an entryway with wood floors that led into a carpeted den ahead. Miniature coats hung from hooks by the door, and small... Continue Reading →

Mean: a poem

I saw a spider in the bottom of my tub as I readied for my bath. She was checking the drain for droplets of water and little mites or silverfish to tide her over for the night. She was a hunting spider, rather than a web-spinner. She spins a small splat of web in a... Continue Reading →

Windowpanes: a poem

Windowpanes, purple elbows on those windowpanesSoggy condensation bubbling upunder thick white paint.Cracking, coldfresh, black mold. Windows, under pain of death,I will not tell a lie.I can’t see the sky for the rain,can’t see the rain for the drips,or the drips for my foggy breathcaptured like cataracts on the glass. If I knew how to stop being... Continue Reading →

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