The World has 4 Walls

Hey you, the house ghosts overstayed and now I can’t get them out of the bedsheets. They snuck into the gap between the double glazing and I can’t suck them out, they’re upright, sticky, filtering the daylight with their bumper-sticker quips. We’ve been living inside so long and now...

Out of this World

Hey you, the universe is written in pink and blue, universe impersonal and ethereal, weightless and painless. Is this the view you subscribe to? First that book of stories like the one with the...