A touch of Gaudi . . .
travels through a gay minefield One night only. Nasty, filthy verbal fun with co-dependent emotionally barren, internet porn obsessed twisted bear pig expertly abridging maleness and masculinity, cardboard cut out constructions at an Eagle or […]
a non linear recounting In the sky outside a house clouds swirl intricate and indefinite through loops long ingrained. The house is still when like each time before this one I will finish the third […]
How the first morning light filtered through my window that morning was not any more remarkable than any other day. It was in the way I noticed it that made time halt; my head perched […]