The Canvas
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
She’s a smoke show.
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful kingdom.
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
Water dripped from high above.
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...