Night Drive
Midnight Radio 003
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Death Prom
Midnight Radio 002
Heatwave
Midnight Radio 001
A Psychedelic Throb
I swear I read somewhere that your uncoiled intestines can reach the moon.
They Enter Our Minds Like Bats
The ancient Greeks believed dreams enter our sleeping minds like bats to deliver messages from the gods.
Someday We Will Conjure New Gods to Console Us
We stood by the window and watched the howling dark, even though this isn’t what you should do in a tornado.
Scene from My Notebook
I’ve been trying to loosen up: fast collages, illegible notes in the middle of the night, and the smudges of a left-hander.
A Staggering Kind of Stillness
A lone helicopter crossed the sky. The temperature dropped. Dogs barked. Birds stopped chirping.
Debris
There is beauty in repetition, the steady accretion that comes with committing to one thing day after day.
Altar
I share this because I'm fascinated by the totems and rituals of others.
Mysterium
As I left New York City, the driver played Bon Jovi’s “Living on a Prayer” several times and never said a word.
On a Shrinking Globe in an Expanding Universe
An inauspicious flight number. The sound of the door closing. The metal roar of the engines.
