An approaching storm On a grey, thundery day in 1971 my brother, Anton Gerlach, drove his car south […]
Category Archive: fiction
As I pass through this middle space of the forestry forest and the railway, where the town has […]
Despite the turmoil of a century, the paradigmatic philosopher remains statuesque. He is a being of dignity and […]
I have cotton ball brain. Marshmallow mind. Everything fuzzy and gelatinous. That’s how I know I’ve been extracted. […]
You’ll go down to the basement after you’re done up here, the Director says in our language. To […]
Nehemiah’s mother was a short lady, wearing the fat of the rich along with all the jewelry too. […]
— Your waiting is a loaded gun, Hakim. Yes, you’ll tell me now that caution is masturbation and […]
Don’t laugh when I laugh, it’s too obvious; don’t speak to Helly, she’s a slag; don’t speak to […]
I had no desire to cook that autumn. I thought moving out of London would encourage me to start […]
Sensitivity is the ability of a receiver to detect the presence of a signal. I want to die […]
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