haunted.

I dream about my grandmother’s house often. The cheap blue siding. The rock wall that lined the backyard. The shed I only saw open one or two times, a cobwebbed structure that smelled of mold and damp. A basement that was half-finished and half-unfinished, the unfinished side stretching back for what seemed, at my young […]

roman candles.

…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. […]