the shed of electrofried

I watched neon light explode. It meant nothing as the shots rang out, drilling holes in the walls. Letting in the starlight pinprick void....

When we are sick we lie becalmed, eyes dull and loose-limbed. And the stillness penetrates our soul, like stars stuck deep in the coaled sk...

Beneath some low-scudding skies, two services. Service One Easter, a packed Church and raised hands. An entrance in cries of jubilation gree...