Conspiracy

A Mumbled Conspiracy Feels Wholesome These Days

My mind turns gullible in the small hours, ready to believe anything.

Folk Religion

Maybe you’ve heard the soliloquies of sunburnt men who mutter at the traffic.

Swerve

Just after midnight, a metallic voice began to flicker through the radio static.

Demon

Detach

Radioland

Solstice

Paranoia

Days of Conspiracy

We check the death tally each morning like the weather report.