Winter Solstice Reflection
It’s the night of the winter solstice, friends. The darkest night of the year. Fittingly, I just read this essay/short story by Christopher Zeischegg. It is dark. Very, very dark.
It’s the night of the winter solstice, friends. The darkest night of the year. Fittingly, I just read this essay/short story by Christopher Zeischegg. It is dark. Very, very dark.
I am so honored and excited to announce that three of my poems are featured in the dark, visceral, creepy, and other-worldly Spring 2014 edition of Menacing Hedge. This group of
Dudes. I just had my brain blown out the back of my head. I finally got my grubby paws on a copy of This is Love, a short art/porn/snuff/? film