Just Because People Starve In

The Eleventh Plague Hits Disturbingly Close To Home An Excellent, Taut Debut Novel.

While I Was Waiting...i Ate Your Lunch.

My Lips Are Just Forming His Name When His Fingers Lock Around My Throat.

I’m In A Shallow Hole, Not Filled With The Humming Orange Bubbles Of My Hallucination But With Old, Dead Leaves.

Doors Are For Those Who Lack Enemies.