Somewhen Else

Leathery, always there As if twisted from his head-skin It was his second presence Although it kept its independence Courtesy d...

Don't shoot until you see the greens of their eyes. Wait for the night to curl away from their pupils so you can see everything clearly...

He sleeps she cracks his head wide open just like age-dried wood and makes his dreams ooze through (impetuously liquid) and yi...

The night had slipped in. She could sense it. She could feel the badger start to move inside her. She could feel it nosing its way towards ...

She is here; he is here. Therefore, the windowless room is officially occupied. The scene is gradually settling into itself: the false m...