I’m old in this house the one we shared, old and baffled, liver searing on the stove, and […]
Category Archive: Fiction
Interminably tangled, the escalators wove themselves into a vast network, a great steel octopode either in conflict with […]
Lying on his back, a sandal on, the other foot is pink and bare and still. There are […]
Moss woke at 6am to the din of pots clattering in the kitchen below. The dog scratched urgently […]
I was only four minutes late, but Fran was already sat down, a beer in one hand, a […]
Most six o’clocks I’m still in the van. Winding round the back roads, just leaving a job, leaving […]
One: The desert isn’t a desert. Two: The desert is and is not empty. Three: Emptiness is as […]
There was once a man who lived on a flat geometric plane slick as ice and grey as […]
What’s that? Not every landlord is the same? I agree! There are bad landlords, worse landlords, and downright […]
When we meet, we talk about the tree. Then again, there isn’t much else to talk about for […]
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