I. Martel’s Position Martel’s position is a strange one, very strange. Yes, strange, strange is the only word. […]
short fiction
Clouds open like envelopes. My fingers touch a damp sponge to white. I have limited time. Water trickles […]
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 headline read: “An icicle wedged totally through a man’s skull!” The article was in reference to a […]
TODAY, AT THE DUMP, the world is in the bin: a classroom globe, tossed into TV & MONITORS, […]
The Tutor Arrives There is a bowl of fruit and a glass of still water arranged neatly on […]
minor literature[s] 