Science Fiction Fan, With Faith
I say I’ll return as a vampire, swirl my cape and morph into a crow, a bat, a storm, a whirlwind, farther from heaven than curse is from prayer and these words... Read more.
Cup
Mine was empty except for a vague dampness, a condensation, at most a sprinkle, not enough to stick a stamp or wet one’s whistle, a fly could lick it clean and... Read more.