Pulpit

Darkness. The brush of rough canvas against my cheeks. Hemp tightening around my neck. Do I have any last words? Ladies and Gentlemen, leering close. Thank you for your attendance…

Drowsy

once upon a nightin a far off land called SleepI fell—I tell you now the taleas best it be remembered'Twas a week of tossing and turning ‘fore that fateful eve…