jordan kurella

I watched my love die in the claw of a Scorpion Man. I watched him sever her in half; watched as her long hair dripped down to...

What I saw last night, reflected back from the depths, was not my face. Not the one I see in the grime of The Medusa’s portholes...

Vacuums suck.

That’s the joke, the entire bit. In the act of writing, we are, ourselves a vacuum. Alone, putting words in, taking...