I would’ve been capable of violence, I know it, I was afraid of it. — Carl Jung Began […]
new fiction
A Calendar Sun low in southwest sinking as I turn head sinking teeth into another crabapple: pale yellow […]
They said it twelve times, swapping perspectives, before anything happened: You’re sitting on your hands, I’m sitting on […]
Jackdaw’s reflection doubled cabin walls occasionally and it suited him to think of his silence. Jackdaw once sidetracked, […]
A Oh! Sir, there are, in this town, Mountebanks for the mind, as well as the body. Samuel […]
The bar stood on the outskirts, a gatehouse before things grew really strange, stood on its chicken legs, […]
minor literature[s] 