They say the small town life is the quiet life And word travels fast when something happens out here But now that someone’s missing, someone’s murdered, and something’s been stolen Everyone is claiming an alibi or to be in the clear Now mister Buffet, eager…

-And this is how you’ll always find us after Diana Khoi Nguyen The day was dark and futile My heart a wrecking ball John resting in the loo Overlooked and looking for a second point of view This is how she found us the past…

Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.