Joseph Charroy: Fata Morgana Mud
Flies dancing in the light hovering above his eye, occasionally dropping to his occulus to suck at the seam of his eyelid; some sweet nectar from his unproven young tear duct. The tram screeches to a halt, its connecting magnetic antennae cascading sparks across the front of the train. The driver yelling inanities and expletives […]