Tag: Mary Krienke

My fiction resides in dreams, memories, the thoughts that cycle through my head trying to find a way of escape. I remember dreams as if they have happened to me, memories as if I have conjured them in some half-sleep state. I believe things happen in some indefinable reality but ... Read More

BY Mary Krienke | I tell her there are levels, layers to my sickness. I wake up one person and go to sleep an entirely different person. I find myself on walls and ceilings, in bathtubs, under covers, holding my breath. My thoughts tick rather than flow, everything feels raw ... Read More