Morphine makes me weightless, airborne. Codeine makes me heavy, grounded. When I don my little red riding cape, it makes me invincible, immortal. I’m a little Red, hopping down the bunny trail. Over the river, through the woods, to the house made of gingerbread I
Today I’m five. My grandfather says five is a lucky number, but I’m not sure I believe him. The first four were nothing special, just your run of the mill state mandated executions. In fact, the gurney in the room next door gets more business
I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. It’s not what you think though. I’m not in a house or an apartment. I’m not in anything anyone would consider habitable. I’m sitting in one of those large metal sinks you’d find in a restaurant, used
The great revelations of my adult life began with the shouts of a lost soul in my neighborhood breakfast joint. It was my first day working at my very first job. I was eighteen, I’d just graduated, and the summer was mine. The girl came
The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. If she squinted just so, she could still make out the black speck on the horizon. She urged her horse on, loosened the reins to let him run, and kept her eyes ahead.
The doctor was afraid. Father B. L. Zebub stood in the room, demanding the child. “Please, you must give her to me. Her father already gave me her soul. She is mine now.” The doctor resisted, even as he trembled. “I will not. I‘ve never
I’ve watched through his eyes, I’ve listened through his ears, and I tell you he’s the one. I know you don’t believe me, but he’s going to get you down where the loss cuts worst. Right down to your very soul. Unless you get out
This is the room of the wolfmother wallpaper. It’s peeling in corners, as old as the house around it. And like the house, the room and its secrets have been abandoned, its overgrown yard a trap for stray baseballs smacked from the vacant lot across