Go on, ask me about my life. It’s fine – I’m here, you’re there. We’ve got this screen […]
Category Archive: fiction
The first time I found myself in the swamp I was eleven years old. I was on the […]
The people in Kaffa want to know if I’m worried. The goat problem. They went a bit strange […]
When the evening of January 5 arrives, Luisa leaves a water bowl and some grass outside, so that […]
Wednesday morning. Overhead, tweeting wires sag beneath the murderweight of crows. Fifteen stories up the roof-high cries of […]
From the appendix ‘defunct realities from the notebooks underneath my bed’ in Reperfusion iii. It was about […]
The morning dawned gray, and we were moored where spoonbills nested, roseate in place of the sun. I […]
“Which One Pound shop was it?” the kid asked, “what was its name?” “I don’t know” the other […]
There is a street in this city where, at night, the light from the lampposts is wrong. You […]
Getting arrested is something people make too much fuss about. The worst is over and as long as […]
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