alone at night, the devil is in the garbage can                        unheard                        and speaking to snow. he’s swinging...

I am tired of burning down we are a library of ignited people, look how all of our pages curl from the heat, smoldering embers of...

This story was originally published by Free Spirit “Speak of the Devil” Anthology. The casting director guided the girl with glasses in...

There were pills beneath the sink; crowding the bathroom countertop, fallen behind the toilet, swept under the rugs. When did Katherine...