OK, I am fucking nervous about this “Art Teacher” gig. You can laugh ’til you spit, and I will still be nervous about it. Because I know what secondary school children are like: I was one not very long ago, and I was a holy fucking terror. Is this what an art teacher looks like? I’ve …
Owen didn’t come. He sent some minion of his. I stood out in the fucking rain. On the fucking roof. He sent a minion, some half-grown boy. “We’ve got a job for you,” says this boy. “Do we,” I responded. “Owen needs you to come to his place, as a human, tomorrow evening. Here’s the address.” …
Lullaby For a Weary World TJ Burnside-Clapp I wonder how my world can live With all the hate she harbors. (Sleep, my weary world.) And I’m scared of all how long it may last, And just how soon it all may end, And I wish the power to stop it all Could rest within my …