Rasta man gone astray; the devout artist had adopted flesh for his canvas. Everything about him was dark, the curl of his brows, and even his countenance when he eased back and stood, studying his handiwork. The silent woman in the claw-toed tub sat leaning forward. The thick braid of […]

Beakman showed up at dawn. He didn’t knock or call out for Else. He just stood there at her door, silently waiting for her to notice him staring at her through the glass. He was an oddity. Else wasn’t sure what kind. The only form she’d ever seen him take […]

Debbie Dent wore pastel pink to work on the day the world went straight to hell. That morning she’d come by the coffee shop where I worked, batting her fake eyelashes and bragging about her lavish Bora Bora vacation with her stinking rich husband. I remember wondering who even goes […]