In the belly of the Blue Moon room, two young prostitutes thrashed on the soiled floor, unable to fall asleep.
“Shh. You’ll never fall asleep if you keep talking.”
“Anna, I can’t stop thinking about her.”
It was a quiet Sunday morning, the skies grey and dripping, so Gerald decided to skip his morning walk. Instead, he settled into his favourite armchair with a hot cup of tea and his favourite book, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?…
As far as intergalactic super spiders go, Trevor was pretty mediocre. Standing at three meters tall and weighing as much as a Toyota Camry, Trevor was average size. He put on his spider soldier suit one leg at a time. His wife, Carol, was…
Autumn evening calls,
it’s after dinner
and we are out the door.
and it doesn’t matter.
Innocent energy unfurls,
high-tops hit pavement,
We run and run
through the neighbourhood;