Kafkaescence

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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...