Red Tin Noodles

Get a bunch of lying, cheating billionaires together. It’s a bet there’ll be a spate of money-making weather. Bonds will bury dupes in debt; be the biggest bank heist yet. Who the hell is pulling … Read more

A rusting pile of iron ore lies on the floor for purposes unknown. Down on the block an old gamecock has found himself upon the clock and flown. While whistles sigh and poets die, the … Read more

Windy and cold and smelling of leaves. Look to the sky, you can see through the trees. Chipmunks are storing their harvest of nuts. Winter is coming, no ifs ands or buts.