Writing

JTK’s Dream Diary – January 20th, 2009 My back hurts. My fingertips, stressed beyond their limits, are chafed and bruised. I cannot feel my legs, yet I see them standing underneath me. As Rachel’s father and I set down a sofa, the final piece, there is a collective sigh of completion and the obligatory smiles […]

Each year, a rather fantastic parade of wonderfully imagined costumes and impossibly constructed floats and contraptions helps celebrate Halloween in New York City’s Greenwich Village. Or so I am told. I can’t remember actually ever going. Regardless, this year there is a savage plan. I had thought of other personas to go as in the […]

Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 17th, 2008 All the senses are all at once dominated by a terrible, stinking and gritty heat that shines and slimes through what was once thought to be the firmly secured windows of the mind. In competition with one another, your sight, hearing, smell, and taste swim against the […]

Thomas K’s Dream Diary – August 7th, 2008 When coffee is no longer a tangible thing and exists only as an ethereal question, the sharp derangement of the day has not yet reached its peak. When this question is answered… …you will find yourself in a wood-paneled room seated in an appropriately uncomfortable chair, properly […]