A Franz Kafka erasure By Taybrook Mills The Grizzled Oldie sat, his pale cactus hair legs sticking to the leather of his car seat. He...

By Taybrook Mills 01 Unfortunately, Wilfred did not know she was stepping on a blue ringed octopus. The tide pool was particularly warm,...

The City also Falls by Taybrook Mills In the morning the sun rises. The hills are for a moment set a flame as they are touched by this...

By Taybrook Mills In the end it may have been The War that did it. Or The Putrification System. Regardless, The Massive Death, the...