These Barren Fields

These barren fields, wolf-grey coats of bark and dust, coarse lines bleeding trails, idle in stillness, parsed, perched, widows of breath, brittle as ash in wind sit slack-jawed, cold, hinterlands of impervious past. Fields once green with…

Chains Beneath The Fray

Blackwater rinses marrow from bone, skeletons wash ashore: backbones, ribcages, rubber cartilage calcified with salt, jellied with flesh, imprinted on wet sand -- carrion for prey encircling above. Wind gales siphon squalls to mist, shipwrecks…

The Mercy Of Speckled Stars

Memories are like stars speckled across the night sky. Rarely linear in form, they’re merely loosely connected dots in the synapses of the brain. They appear and disappear. They reappear in different places, in different…