SHORT STORIES GOD OF THE STORM The following is a story of time I spent with my dad. A few years after these events, he killed himself. FLASH FICTION CANCER I rode out to the place where the cancer is growing. It’s an open sore, full of disease and rot. THE RIDERS I’ve had a fascination with Riders ever since I began noticing them. That was around when I turned 13 or so. YOSHI I see Yoshi when I go running. He sits on his box, looking dejected. POETRY SANCTUARY OF THE CAGE My place. My home. My heart.A place full. A place of me. My place. NEW/NOW New. A second, minute, moment, year, yourself. THE SHADOW Birds below, confetti born on Gaia’s breath.The clouds are wisps, alien vessels of obscurity. WHERE ARE WE NOW? Life, days, compose, dispose.Eat, consume, pause, and resume.