Honey & Sulphur, (Paperback)

For he spake--The gates of divinity part and out rush predatory birds. The taste of strawberries. The shepherd raises their right hand, breaks bread. An owl by any other name. There is a merry gaiety in harvesting human teeth from nectarous fruit.--and it was done.

He commanded--A hellscape of rot and rut. Brittle angels and biting insects. Flutes salt the earth. The corpse of a coelacanth dissolves into pastel foam. Sibilant language chewing women, ushering neurotoxins, belching charred oak. And, then, rain.--and it stood fast.

Ekphrastic prose and poetry in (ir)reverence to The Garden of Earthly Delights.