Смерть моя
“Never seen though Felt nesting amidst bonebranches & bloodvines—”
Dreams
Figments and fragments; dreams bubbling up. Flash-fiction pieces from the cycle, featuring (6,080): ‘Batter my heart, five-eye’d God.’
Of Lies and Frogs
“He lied, of course; he lied.”
(6,080)
“Batter my heart, five-eye’d God”
Red, They Are Cherry Red
“I transcribe what she’s saying, which will be of no use whatsoever”
Father Frost
“maybe I did the thing, thing where nothin’ make sense ‘cept to bang on my fuckin’ empty useless bad head”
How It Ends
“I can never find my way back.”