“Silent as a whisper, he ghosts into the hall. No light leaks out from beneath his father’s door, but the boy stands watch, his tiny heart beating in his chest. An hour, a lifetime, an eternity, it seems, and his father begins to snore. The boy moves again.”
Read More“I shift in my bones and become a new god.“
Read More"Bitches, / let us gather. / howl at the moon, / to our mother of all things / large and small."
Read More“He was there. / In the cold metal of the broken door frame, / in the dying heat of the laughter in the room— / The dewy grass of the backyard, / the heat of her velvety scream.”
Read More“turn out the lights. / burn a few candles, say the words / (try to) conjure me up, darling / concentrate on my essence in the smoke, / because we’re all ghosts tonight.”
Read More“The sinister presence began its rolling creep up the stairs. No one ever saw it. It traveled under cover of darkness – the darkness of night, of a windowless room, of an underground crypt.”
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