The handcuffs are tight - tighter than they oughta be. “You’re a criminal,” I’m accused, viciously, on the other side of the plastic...

I did not know I hadn't experienced Death as an adult until it happened. How can that be? When Death stole my lungs, breathing became...

There is never enough sweetness on the tongues of weapons They walk around march around skip around as if their bitterness won’t kill...