

Since I got heart surgery a month ago, I can hear my heart beating all the time. Apparently it’s normal.
“And it’s a place you have to be careful about, a place you don’t want to hang around too long, because it’s a funny sort of place, like I said, with a funny sort of way of making you forget just where you came from, and how you might go back. You might even start…
“I hadn’t planned for this conversation with Homer Flynn to happen. It took place over a thousand days ago in a busy restaurant, a couple of hours before The Residents would perform their 50th Anniversary show.”
A voyage through four incidents of predation. The mysterious, the hunted, the inhuman, the trapped.
A fragmented tale of a teenager tormented by receiving a cursed image in their DMs.
A “mutilated detective story” set in the exurban hinterlands, NTTN follows two investigators as they listlessly attempt to solve a rash of brutal crimes, using an ominous closed-circuit television station as their North Star.
Grief as a conduit for passage beyond the veil, always returning us to life.
Two collections of poetry on grief.
An envelope opened, photos scattered on the table—all that remains of a prior life.
The poetic conjuring of a backwoods haruspex guiding us into the charged experience of encounters with hanging animal corpses, forbidding landmarks, and crumbling ruins deep in the forest.
A notebook left on a bedroom floor, mechanically pinched up and deposited in a numbered plastic baggie by a uniformed man.
[Man]will know his fault by the sun which stands in fiery witness and the wind which breathes its judgement in the final silence of the world.