What’s past now seems trivial. I am alive, and I have been driven beyond. There is hope. There […]
I remember very little. A tree. A hole. A chair. Perhaps a sledgehammer. Darkness.
What is this world? I pass out on one plane, an existential slumber, and awake in a country […]
He woke up in the hospital about an hour after I’d brought him there. I wouldn’t have still […]
The mulch was not mine. Now it was, I guess. But I hadn’t put it there.
But this guy, this guy with the glove, he was definitely in my yard. Most of him, anyway.