Web

Web

The Banana spider has a date with the moon. She’s cleaning her shimmering bullseye where she holds court, reeling out those delicate wisps that restrain her captives. She awaits the moon’s inching ascent through laddered strands where it beckons small night creatures...
I’VE MOVED ON

I’VE MOVED ON

The legless lady ghost dangles from a coat-hanger of darkness, refuses to leave. She’s what passes for uselessness ever since I pulled up a blanket to cover both myself and the thin man beside me. I mean her death no harm, but she is none – the none that was there...