Finally my daughter emerges from behind the silver curtain, riding piggy-back on a gigantic proboscis monkey. She's preoccupied by his nose, and wrings it like a wet dishrag with both hands. If it hurts he's not showing it.

My dreams used to rebel with technicolor and holograms. Prisms exploded with hues I’d never seen before and the spectrum of light showed its face instead of remaining trapped inside of glass prisons. When I closed my eyes, I saw cartoon worlds w

The cat wound itself around Megan’s neck, its purring curling through Megan’s consciousness. She was the cat and then herself, both things at once.

As the breeze slowly died, another breeze brought her back up, one breeze after another like the hands of God carrying her through the sky.

In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.

Does life have an expiration date Alice asked herself? One must be careful when trying to deal with a broken person; you might cut yourself on their shattered pieces. Life can be like an arrow penetrating your heart. Hard and painful to pull it out, yet i

I come up and out of the hole onto a village street in the middle of a parade celebrating the arachnid god.