aderkatch | February 18, 2010
I remember a white candle, as tall as a marble column, melting in the evening and slowly sliding down her hand and her wrist the way ice cream did when she wasn’t paying attention. And from the wax beads of pearly sweat, hot from the glorious flame, kisses of pain made her eyes shutter, but [...]
aderkatch | February 10, 2010
Under the tree there was an old bench that was made of wood, but the boards were cut unevenly and the whole thing rested on legs that were small tree stumps. On the bench the boy sat up right with his feet stretched out in front of him while crossed at the ankles. Not too [...]
aderkatch | November 29, 2009
Sometimes, in the morning, I get a strong urge to pee in the shower.
But then I realize my roommates wouldn’t appreciate that.
…So I don’t.
aderkatch | November 24, 2009
The dawn wasn’t fierce on the shore, and in fact it was almost too nice and too pleasant to follow the rosy wisps of clouds which crossed the sky today the way crab legs cross along the damp sand as it comes and goes by the edge of the tide. He had seen many dawns [...]
aderkatch | November 10, 2009
My mother always told me…
“Life is like a box of chocolates.”
Ironically, she’s a diabetic.
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