I got the idea from one of your old stories. Building golems out of river mud and whatnot. Except I didn't want a golem. I just wanted you back by my side.

Peddling clayware in the sweltering ...  [+]

I would live in perpetual darkness
Knowing you by touch alone— 
A relief of scales, a ...  [+]

Shall I tell you the story of the man
who loved playing his cello
and hated having to talk,
so ...  [+]

1. Octopuses have nine brains.
Me? I wouldn't want so many organs with which to overthink and fly into hysterics. You always ran from those—took the car and left me alone for hours, sometimes ...  [+]

The poltergeists come,
one by one,
and they do not know
one another's faces,
only the ...  [+]

How do immortals recognize
each other, you ask?

By our palimpsest of scars and wrinkles, ...  [+]

Every morning when I wake up, I lean out my window to say hello to Mom. She doesn't reply, but that's okay. She never was a good listener, even before she was buried in our backyard.

My brothe ...  [+]

There is a place by the ocean,
a burial site for flesh and steel
beasts
where mast meets ...  [+]