He Died Alone… by Brittney Bullock

He Died Alone… by Brittney Bullock

I think it must have been beautiful when you died laid up in such perfect solitude counting sheep until the cows came home, until the daylight broke, until the sheep were gone. I imagine there was nothing less than a flood of color clouding the perimeter of your face like a Byzantine idol and rushing [...]

Rock, Paper… by Brittney Bullock

Rock, Paper… by Brittney Bullock

Nothing but night was in view. Night and all its bright, penetrating light, soaking straight through and scalding our eyes. Night with its hungry spirit, hoping to trade this small prize for that. Night and all its tragic youth whirling around and whizzing by like paper planes, looking for one another, looking to collide and [...]