personal horror
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Mustard Seed
B is looking up—naked and seemingly split; gloried in the pouring gore, the waking scream replaced on their lips by pleading tremble—and Hank is certain that the Almighty is making some demand.
Self Portrait with Stone
Once, I fell in love with a well-read, athletic, thoughtful young man.
Wounded Deer
Buck is drinking Budweiser as he drives his kid home after Easter dinner at his mom’s trailer down in Lexington.
Sleep has no home here
I’d been told to kill everyone at home.
Dokapon Kingdom
fading into me