RILEY QUINN FARMERY

there’s a place I like to sleep with curtains drawn tight glowing in the magenta light covers tucked under my chin, the mattress...

The train keeps moving Past quiet towns The silence disrupted by the clanking of metal and the blare of the horn Little sailboats...

12/9/12 Another place: A personalized room is still a prison. No matter what you put in it. If you spend enough time in a room you get...

12/2/12 I’ve been there: I’ve spent so much time alone I can’t handle myself. After being cooped up I take long walks in the crisp night...

10/6/12 Black Lake: Arthur, the orange and white striped cat. lay buried beneath the earth. Above him was a place marker made out of...

12/4/12 Fall: The crunch of leaves underfoot is always the worst. When the first sign of color highlights the trees, it is celebrated....

9/16/12 Pub tunes: In a moment of despair, the man ties his wife to a rock and throws her down the well behind their house. You see- he...