The Undead Are Banging On Our Doors by Chad Parenteau

By |2013-10-31T14:43:53-04:00October 31st, 2013|Art, Authors and Artists|

It's relaxing to shuffle on once sulfurous-sored feet my back no longer aching though stiff as this hard oak door. I'm in feed-mode. I see through cataracted lenses. I rend with [...]