Craig Erick Chaffin

A Time to Weep – Craig Erick Chaffin

A Time to Weep – Craig Erick Chaffin

I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too lazy to echo your pain; and your limbs twisted like great roots, your hearts rank melons bursting with fluid, your tidal headaches, your equatorial fevers were all grist for my scientific mill, my hand... »