I sit in a chair
that melts to nothing
beneath me. I close my eyes
because she says I can ...  [+]

we spent seven years
planning our route
thieved maps and charts
marked the dangerous spaces ...  [+]

The old priest considered the cast-iron oil pot sitting in the corner of the immaculate kitchen. It was heavy, and his back hurt.
The trees growing on the canyon walls whispered to him. "Prepare ...  [+]

The second house on the left. If the door is blue, you're welcome. Red, you've come too early. Green, too late.

The meaningless chant comes to me whole. I can't remember where I've heard it, but ...  [+]