“What’s down there?” I call into the great below. The sound echoes, Over and over again.   I look over the edge, It’s cold. It’s unnerving. It’s… nothing.   I...

Roaches scuttle under floorboards Random totems assorted in aged hoards Brown rotting wood for walls A scarecrow stands in coveralls Fields of corn mark lines in the land Human remains were...

             In Seattle, it rained.               Again.               Against the backdrop of calm but steady drizzle rattling my roof, I stared at the caller ID and hesitated,...