Monday II 1:53 AM Distant sirens and shouting voices were flooding in from Stanley’s window. Wide awake, lying in bed, it was all white...

It started with the girl. Curled up in a ball on the bed of blue sheets. Sleeping, I think. She was hissing as she slept. Hissing or...

The trees, they whisper to me Some ancient language I'm learning to hear, And in the dark of night, As they stretch their long fingers...