
The featured image accompanying this piece, entitled ‘Spectrum’, has been used with the permission of artist, Robert Alan, a mixed media artist from New York City.


Carl didn’t know the code. The timer was ticking, the bomb was going to blow, but he had no idea how to shut the thing

I dreamed of the day, In the dead of winter, A dreary day, When I’d step off the train And see you there- The day

In our attic, among things, as it seems of past lives, lives a bitter God. When guests come to our house, we don’t mention him.