Empire of Whimsy

We all sing the songs of souls lost at sea and preserve in musical amber memories. But what of the land-bound in fishermen’s towns, ...

it’s tomorrow already and all days are gone. what once was hope’s now broken, floating            motes. it’s too much already a...

***TO BE READ IN A BROAD NORTHERN ENGLISH ACCENT*** Bob and Mary live in a semi. They spend most every evening watching repeats on the...

As I woke the other day the sky broke. Big, grey splotches on concrete. Each one a cocktail thrown by an ex-lover in defeat. Dre...