Smitten Like Carrion
I watch the sky slowly crush the last iotas of daylight. I can still feel the latest hour's worth of sun bake into my bones, and sear images of dying clouds into the bellies of my eyelids. There is a yearning…
A Canine in the Auricle
He swam to the doorway in the same manner that she flew to the window. When he braced himself against the jamb, half-expecting to gaze upon a disheveled painting...