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What is the ouroboros? The snake that bites its own tail. Cycles and circles; birth and rebirth. Cannibalism and devouring. Self begetting self. Stories that have no beginning and no end, and the ending that begins a new, and more terrible cycle/self….

I knew nothing of worms or oblivion when that damned old man entered Eddie’s back-room. When he put his four bits on the apple box, I thought he was just another down-on-his-luck grandpa looking for a shortcut at the breadline….

C was for Cat, and the cats would not stop dancing. They kicked and pirouetted. They paired off and salsa danced in a never-ending mosaic of fur and flair. A has been for Apple ever since Adam and Eve feasted…

To save time, Doc, I’m writing down everything that’s happened over the past two years so you can read it prior to our first session tomorrow. Like I said over the phone, I’m desperate for help with this incredibly private…

I have always enjoyed the taste of cake. While other children were greedily diving in face first to smother themselves in their birthday confections, I held back. I would not waste a slice. I would not waste a drop of…

Mastication aroused him, sending shivers to both obvious and less obvious points of arrival. “Chew on this,” said the journalist, her tongue attaching itself to his tonsils, her breath wetting his chin. She enjoyed eating before him. The crush of apples into…

The moonlight is young and pale. White-gold and glittering. Her eyes are the silver of it. Molten metal. Silver in the silvery light. Her flesh is moon-white. Her feet are bare. She stands before me. We are in a clearing…

The eggs still had color to them, and were scaly and firm like pebbles. She jerked them in the pot so that they spun mindlessly, sluicing in water that did nothing to cushion them as they struck stainless steel until…

One crumb for every four steps they take, only they’re not breadcrumbs any more. Somewhere along the way, in some deeply buried place that neither one of them can recall, the stale crusts inside their pockets have grown moist and…

“All knowledge that is worth anything is maybe paid for by blood.” –All the King’s Men Though I’ve never gotten a tattoo, I’ve never really had a problem with them, either. Maybe when I was a little kid, I would…