MONDAY’s Drawing

  • Fragile, Wounded

    Fragile, Wounded

    Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby. Wounded arms must carry the…

  • Nocturnal Wood

    Nocturnal Wood

    Nocturnal secret woods are full of secret mysteries that can…

  • Black Leather

    Black Leather

    Come here slave, bow down in front of your Mistress.…

  • Devil’s Tongue

    Devil’s Tongue

    The Devil smiled. “Taller in some nightmares,” he said. Then,…


  • Act 1, Jonah Voss

    Act 1, Jonah Voss

    A Boston PI takes a missing-persons case that leads him to a Sissitrix canvas in a derelict cannery. The painting’s mouth is warm. It yields like skin. By dawn, Jonah isn’t looking for the woman anymore. He’s found what his own mouth was always trying to say.

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