The Abyss, Art Is Never Safe

  My grandfather survived the camp was there ever a question of the schoolteacher who became the blackmarket wheeler and dealer later to bec...

April 1st, 2021. Stark City, Oregon. 6:13 p.m. It’s been a while , Adam Nicholas Dorn thought as he pushed through the hotel gym’s glass doo...

fruit of your evil a split tree  where maggots  spill out exposing roots & entrails You should hide your eyes— I crawled on my belly. An...

Oh, great black moth of ragged wings, you come fluttering in through my open transom windows, through these shadows of near- midnight, drawn...

Above the tree line  thickly green all year ice off the lake  drops a wide sheet forming a screen  dulling the blue the sky vacuous— I can n...

  Off from the main road, the animal lay dying as the buzzards silently wait. Standing watch to pick the soon to be departed victims bones c...

FALSE prognosticator  clenched fists/legs splayed dead center  of the empty road. Howling.  Near daybreak. Soon the scythe. But for now thos...