Take me fast, quiet, two guards at every door. Wrap me tight in your extravagant straitjacket, where the strangling is clean...

Whole sardines line the horizon, shimmer like eyes after a hard cry. I smear a silver bite on bread; think miracles, loaves and f...

Wind plays matchmaker, gently nudges our hips; whispers in our hair, fades herringbone horizon to wool flannel sky. Hold fa...