To my Auntie Haydée, that she never die. A human life is a miserable rough draft, a meagre […]
Category Archive: fiction
The room overlooks the street. Because the room overlooks the street, the borders of the street and the […]
And then Åmodt—really, I should have seen it coming—Åmodt starts going on and on about Norway. Not in […]
The factory is hot and humid, long rows of women bent double over the low workbenches. The windows, […]
If you are reading this, in all likelihood you belong to the 62% of humanity with an internet […]
I’m coming to pick you up,’ and I think no you’re not, no you’re not coming near me, […]
The following is from a work-in-progress, and not an excerpt from a finished work. When I upbraided the […]
Henryk is speaking: A man can do so very little and all too much. . . On a […]
The video shows an old man standing on a balcony. He’s wearing one of those black karakul caps […]
The headline read: “An icicle wedged totally through a man’s skull!” The article was in reference to a […]
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