Brooke L. Davis

Globally speaking, strange things are (indeed) afoot at the Circle K. Sometimes, when I fill my gas tank, I imagine Bill and Ted’s...

In cathedrals the faithful listen as robed prophets expound and gesticulate imparting exclusive knowledge. In cathedrals the faithful...

Ray rose to another bone-chilling morning of drudgery and sacrifice. He grabbed his pick, kissed Nora and the baby on the forehead, and...

I will stain you with my ink permanently, like velvet covers the window and shadows light, you will be inexplicably drawn, enveloped,...