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...
Altar of the Sylvan Sigh
I cross the tree line as if it had asked me to. As if last night, in a fog of darkness, my tent had shaken and the vault buried in my subconscious had been trespassed by a thought not mine. As if this very notion came from the woods themselves...