Thomas Radwick : Crack In The Ceiling

The key grooves in the lock as if toothless and the door swings inward to admit me. I lift a switch: dawn! The office is on. .

“My it’s hot in here!” says the fat man interviewing you across a conference room table then his face melts away in clots of hot putty that ...

The stocks flowed easy Then the stock just froze Thousands lost their houses When the market closed But what about the people Who dreamed th...

Have you ever heard a murmur Deep inside your head That tells you to do something— And you do something else instead? When you’re by yoursel...

A train moving through clouds of gases. My self breathing clouds of gases in and out again and again and again. .

Cold clear stars in the black sea sky and no moon while we walk through a world like a theater whose roof blew off and cold clear eyes now s...

Throw the light on in the john to make sure you didn’t leave the window cracked (a last flash check in the pre-dawn dark) then a sip of juic...