Ink Heist

16 (Loop) In the ragged stretch of time between theafter and before shots,in the bleak beyond the night wherethe Sandman waits,there’s no sleep for youuntil you find the brick that tripped you, […]

15 (Easter Egg Hunt) Time is a mad wheel, circling itself,and I am a twisting Trail, Smoke wafting downthe myriad paths of meI am the monster in my own fucking closet,I know […]

14 (A Shadow Searches for a Real Boy) a man you know, a man who was never who he isnow isn’t who he never was, and doesn’t want to be,a ghost, wounded […]

13 (Butterfly) Mad-Hatted Cheshire butterflygleefully body-slamming naked glass,blood-smear, red slide of pure joy,fully embracing its sudden lackof Freedom, a girl with no legssuddenly proclaiming, fuck it, i can dance but it isn’t […]

12 (Going in Blind) this is always the hard part going in blind opening a book you knownothing about, authorless,sans cover and plot, butrife with nondescripttheme, pellucidinnuendo; bleak, beautiful, barrenas a salt […]

11 (Paper Doll) I am a terrible liar;I can’t convince myself of the falsehoods Inow know to be true I wandered mazes of concern and fear,looking for a way through, questions asked,repeated, […]

10 (You) sometimes incoming messages filterthrough clouds of mistranslationuntil the message becomes nothingmore than its own response, “we can’t talk right now,“you understand…” we were nine minus 1 then1 flew the coop, […]

9 (Salad Days) “My salad days,When I was green in judgment,cold in blood…”Wm. Shakespeare – Antony and Cleopatra nostalgia is a fickle bitch, only usefulin the company of drinking strangers,those who’ve known […]