The walls were ignoring each other again, and I was ignoring them too. I was just a sad and frightened boy. The band had left me behind, and in my final hours, bushes and things were talking to me and befriending me. “Any last requests?” A bush said. “I could really use a drink of… Continue reading Walls


I’ve been transforming the walls into doors for as long as I can remember, and mainly to learn how to be both my own key and keyhole and let myself out when everybody knew I was the only one who could. So, this past week at work I caught myself generating original writing material for… Continue reading Key