Bad Juju

  Go on, spill your guts: Does your ram-headed divinity still listen? Does he still woo the smoke from your intestinal pots — ribboned in red and black — as it makes the lazy dance? You, Judas at my table, depart from me!   I’ve become a newborn, married to a Western hand.  Though of … More Bad Juju


Look at me: I’m half man, half a heart, the other part is reeling on the floor with laughter while I try to give reason to what’s left of me to fight. This pain; it’s one of the many stings that returns… Legion that pries me open and rapes my senses and burns me in … More Tourniquet