Jordan Shiveley

“This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.”
― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

“of redacted lines pinches her mouth shut. Never tell. Don’t bother to scream. Don’t cry for help. The call is coming from inside your mouth.”
― Joe Koch, Convulsive

“Conscious of the eyes ogling his handsome body, Hayden shifts the cage of skin containing the raw meat of nothingness that feeds the sharks of time inside him.”
― Joe Koch, Convulsive