Any Number of Stones
I suppose this seems like the right time for a cigarette and some valiant fumbling: I do enjoy the way you shake your head…
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Terminal Prayers
A middle seat. Closing the book when they dim the lights, to be crept upon by the certainty that this movement, the rapid hurtling…
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The Lookout
It was February, the third week of term, and we were going on camp for four nights. At assembly, Mr. Thorn said we would…
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Lay Your Hand On Me
Sometimes I like to sit on a bench and watch people walk by. Like floating stalks of a flower, shedding petals behind as they…
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Eagle boys at the End
The suburbs are cloaked in a smoky orange haze; it sinks down slowly over the rooftops and sifts through tree branches and power lines…
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Inbound
We sat around a big round table and let Alex tell us what to do. He was in his mid-twenties and dressed in a…
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The Water at Inversnaid
I could exhale. I could push all of the air out of my body in one hard breath and I’d sink down into the…
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Blue Morning
Crisp brown poppy pods sifted softly through dry winter. Light blue shadows whimpered over the boxed walls of the small apartment. The telephone rang…
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Lynx Africa
Harris broke up with me in the Pancake Parlour downstairs on Bourke Street. It’s the one where they always run out of syrup and…
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