VALLEYRUINS.jpgThe darkness choked me.I could feel the air being squeezed from my burning lungs. Each breath scorched my lips, dripped from my mouth like acid. Each blink stabbed at my ...
Mar 10, 2011
child-feet walk in shadowswords stitching red marks down backs andwondering when the tree will fall, wonder when impaling twigs will catch them off-stride. little hands dig little seeds into the ...
Sep 9, 2011
Dusk dawned in a winter haze and lay sleeping across the westerly horizon. It was cold, tooth-numbing cold—curling my jacket around the summits of my shoulders, I quickened, or tried ...
Dec 13, 2011
Summer nights Harold and I would walk the rails—walk the rails blinking the smog out of our eyes, watch the silver droplets of light leak from the metal and gyrate ...
Mar 14, 2012
As a girl, Marianne loved the shadows. When night began to leak in through the window she would turn on the little lamp on the bookshelf palpitate her fingers in ...
Mar 27, 2012
Short Story » Dramatic, Other
At the grave a rat had made its way into my wife's skull and was now gnawing into her neck and her sunken chest, for I'd unearthed her in my misery and now sat on a nearby headstone...
Jan 19, 2013
if I wanted to, I could neuter myself with a pair of dull scissors
May 25, 2014
As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance.