And then Åmodt—really, I should have seen it coming—Åmodt starts going on and on about Norway. Not in […]
short fiction
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 […]
I’m old in this house the one we shared, old and baffled, liver searing on the stove, and […]
I was only four minutes late, but Fran was already sat down, a beer in one hand, a […]
Most six o’clocks I’m still in the van. Winding round the back roads, just leaving a job, leaving […]
minor literature[s] 