Pernicious Thinking

Can you feel my quiet? It blankets over the moon. Can you see my quiet? It hovers over your pretty heads. Can you hear my quiet? It drums in...

Beams of bright light that shimmer through his coat of red and orange fire up the yellow in his eyes and tingle my vision with a deadly maro...

You owed me the hands of the clock and you owed me my breath. You knew the steps of my spine, and you filled the crevices of my lungs. I was...

Verklempt, she jutted her bony palms into the sockets of her eyes, pushing back in the light and the truth... and what was left of her tears...

THE MIDSUMMER STATION TOUR. Concert in Tennis Indoor Senayan, Jakarta, Indonesia. Approx. 8.00 PM. This was on November 14th, 2012.  This ...

For the past few days I have been reading my way through LIFE OF PI by Yann Martel. I am only more than halfway through by now as Pi c...

Just let me twist your arms, your legs, and dissect the ensemble in you. Let me rummage through your bones, and unscrew all your joints, and...

So he's been absent for a while. His movements are cool, but his shoulders are set high and his eyes — those unreadable hazel eyes — a...

So I'm going to be violent. I dip your framework into white paint, and I dangle by your side, my nose almost dipping with you. The wal...

It was the bothering humidity that had tried to push her eyelids down, but she couldn't feel them lock into place as the day shot down i...