It’s not what you think. Just kidding. It is.

Scented Snatches

What might a fly near his death know of life and love? Find out before it’s too late.

A Fly Falls

Black widows, saplings cut down too soon, and mild decapitation… What’s more messed up, this poem, or that you haven’t read it yet?

Linger for a spell in the sensations of this witchy little home during a storm.

With Lite Brites and Christmas lights a bittersweet memory is made all the more bitter and sweeter when it’s one that’s imagined more than recalled. 