The Wanderer: If only I could reside in my mind and not be spread across time. If the voices that fly would not disturb If the scenes, obscene, could dissolve,...

I SCREAM Headache: Brain Freeze Dulled, spanned everywhere I ran, Frost-brittle branches Lisped words lurch into the dark abyss – once, twice, thrice. A precarious Ambush. Reverberated back: Squabbling nefariousness....

The Aboriginal Cathedral Reestablished: One, never seen, not pictured below, not the in-between. The one before time, the beginning, our start. We ran. Dare we look back? Or should we...