How do you describe the indescribable. Poorly I suppose...a question poets have probably been asking themselves for centuries. I am no...

5:00 AM Monday Morning. Waking up. Goddammit. If I have to wake up to “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” one more time I’m calling child...

Cain can feel it before he can see it. That undying presence, always there but forever out of reach. It shimmers a brilliant shade of...