“Now,” I said, “have I been comprehended— [...]
Bye Bye Bubby
and the rocketship goes up! [...]
An Animal’s Burial
“Today,” he begins, and dry lips [...]
Mabel
Mabel pulled Peter from the tub and he was slick and pink and glistening. He hugged his towel about his chest and shivered. Half-lidded, mouth downturned; the same as when he was indignant, displeased with something. Droopy Dog. Or a little crewman stepping from the wreckage of the George 1, the downed PBM Mariner that [...]
The Words (The Dread)
this fugue of words [...]
The Tide, Part XIII
Agony as of a thousand fiery needles [...]
I Have No Plans
I have no plans, Lord [...]
