You are alerted of this compartment by text message. Your phone softly buzzes on the coffee table and emits a short jingle as a connotation of arrival. You pick it up and swipe the screen. There it is: another compartment. There is text in this compartment. It litters the floors…

Here is a compartment suspended in air. There is nothing holding it there. There are no wires, stands, or nets. It is not floating and it is not sitting upon something. It is utterly suspended. It is as if it were in zero gravity but it is not. It is…

There is a stork on the top of this ancient palace wall that laid a moon in its nest like an egg. The sultan declared it a national monument but the people said let it be and time unraveled and wars were fought and the sultan died and his son was…

Mad Moon Over Mehringdamm It was the whisper behind your words, after being scared shitless by the description of eight cups, that triggered the vanishing of old casts, dead skin, rotten leftovers, dragged for too long. Suddenly, the cocaine clown, once a haunting tickler of the nose, became a sad, painted man, unable to walk…

My grandmother was the sole proprietor of a three room cave, to which we sold tickets and gave tours. She always said, “It’s a funny thing to have built a life upon the absence of Earth”. When she died, she left us the cave (my mother had already died in…

In 1937, in a beautiful little house in the South of France, a small titmouse resided with a brutish beast. In the crooks and crannies of the idyllic cottage, insulated by their own dreams, they played together, for two surreal years. The titmouse was younger than the beast but this…

For Leonora Carrington No one remembers what it’s like to see a band these days. I mean, sure, you can say, are you into Tom Waits, but really it’s only a semiotic nod, a tip of the hat to hours of lonely listening to the app, man, croon, drunk on…