"When you sleep do you see an angel in dying lights?Or can you see someone standing outside trying to set you alight?"- In Bad Dreams, Crippled Black Phoenix Life that we know of this world seems to exist as a continuum for most of us. Stars line the skies and the waves crash on the... Continue Reading →
Ramble and Fumble 2: Lights in a Line
I stood in a deserted engine manufacturing shop floor. It was a block closure day. The runts of the corporate employees, we worked all through the Saturday sun and breeze. People came by; they huddled in a corner near the exit of the shop, far from where I was standing, laughing and talking enthusiastically. I... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 