I saw a fat toad on my doorstep. It spoke to me in its toad words:   “Would you care to dance?” And I of course obliged.   A pirouette by me A hop by the fat toad   Movements...

There’s this feeling I get in a foil-fight, right when it’s the crux of the battle and you can hear the blood rushing between your ears. Everything is tunnel-visioned: the mesh-mask protecting your...

He was an unassuming man. About six feet tall, he was slim with long, unkempt hair painted in various shades of dark night. The kind of man you’d pass on the street without a second thought. He wandered....