Outside CC Slaughter’s brick and black awning frames a door keeping its secrets behind a security guard whose face is … Continue reading First Dollar

Something in me is shiftingin the quiet places—ankles sunk in river mud,water pulling the heatof the past out of me. … Continue reading Grounding

In order to save the worldI must first become unfit for it.I drink black bloodfrom a silver rimmed chalicewhile everyone … Continue reading The Grey Warden