I was only four minutes late, but Fran was already sat down, a beer in one hand, a […]
Category Archive: fiction
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 […]
My Mother Taught Me How to Steal My mother taught me how to steal children. I was stolen […]
Six hours a day we had lessons in the kitchen. History, Literature, Art, Geography, Music, Natural Sciences. Instead […]
For R.B. She is thinking about the man who spent a year in Germany studying Hölderlin before giving […]
Once upon a time, I sat on a bench in the park at Charles Square with the dearly […]
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