Guinevere Ill-tempered knight, Naming me destroyer Burn my body, breathe deep And inhale my ashes Let me haunt your empty keep What do I...

...Each thread it spins with the finality of fate divides its head from its body. And the poor thing, even with so many legs, doesn’t...

Brad Stifl lifted off from the en suite garage of his Hoboken penthouse in his Audi Interstellar streamcar, which sparkled like a blood...

There are thirty twisting staircases of bronze And thirty curving staircases of silver In the copper tower, One for each of the dirty...