writings again

___________________ Undated June 2017 When I woke there was someone sleeping under a red blanket, in the grape vines, outside the window, in the garden. Carefully laid moccasin slippers near the rain barrel. The cardinal fed his new young in the mulberry tree. Avoid all...

memos from oblivion

memos from oblivion

we are proud to present the latest from the Furtive Labors archives here at BtW.  behold! the legendary subterranean screed from the late high-as-a-kite hellmonger, Fiada Fey, MEMOS from OBLIVION