Oh, just a boy/man/sentient form of space goo lamenting some bad luck, you know?

Vampires! Humans! Bats! And too many exclamation points in this episode description.

Four utterances, two words, and only potential love hanging in the balance, so no pressure.

In which a hungry zombie does not quite find what he seeks.

A meditation on a craft I love. A sharing of strength, I hope.

A poem for a cat I loved, and still love. A poem for everyone who has lost, and holds on.