Once, years ago, I asked to stay the night at a friend’s place in order to catch an […]
short fiction
Crank Handle Yesterday, when he had gone down to the basement to get a hammer, he discovered the […]
THE PASSIONS—‘I’M IN LOVE WITHA GERMAN FILM STAR’ (POLYDOR 7”, 1981) Four slow notes of shiver, blush, echoplex, […]
The building, discreet. Its windows, cracked and greasy from years of neglect. Its previous identity, a shell for […]
After giving the issue the thought it deserved, he concluded the only really possible options were 1) an […]
I. Martel’s Position Martel’s position is a strange one, very strange. Yes, strange, strange is the only word. […]
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, […]
minor literature[s] 