Analogies fail, but I am capable of behaving like an eight-armed cephalopod while protesting the innocence of my two hands on the table.

“In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. Th…”

“If the demons lie within they travel with you. Everyone thinks their own situat…”

“Stories end in reverie, tragedy, or forgiveness.”

“Thinking about time is to acknowledge two contradictory certainties: that our o…”