Have you ever picked up an unfamiliar notebook and read something in your own handwriting that you’re certain you never wrote?

“At the Cloisters Cafe”

“His paws smell of grass…”

“Mirror, mirror…”

“The smoker’s imagined lover laments…”

Driftwood (Part 1)

Last rant of a spurned madman

The lonely dance of Ruby-rube (part 1)

The lonely dance of Ruby-rube (part 2)