You never lose a word from under the sheets it can evaporate into desire within lightbulbs of dark fiction. You tend to write about them, blue octagons of your nightmares, the lined frames of wisdom you neglected to admonish. All these poets, they love to see you crawl through utopian skies. They love to see you die a poetic death, make sure theirs becomes immortal … Continue reading It Evaporates​