
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…
Read MoreI suppose this seems like the right time for a cigarette and some valiant fumbling: I do enjoy the way you shake your head…
Read MoreA middle seat. Closing the book when they dim the lights, to be crept upon by the certainty that this movement, the rapid hurtling…
Read MoreIt was February, the third week of term, and we were going on camp for four nights. At assembly, Mr. Thorn said we would…
Read MoreSometimes I like to sit on a bench and watch people walk by. Like floating stalks of a flower, shedding petals behind as they…
Read MoreThe suburbs are cloaked in a smoky orange haze; it sinks down slowly over the rooftops and sifts through tree branches and power lines…
Read MoreWe sat around a big round table and let Alex tell us what to do. He was in his mid-twenties and dressed in a…
Read MoreI could exhale. I could push all of the air out of my body in one hard breath and I’d sink down into the…
Read MoreCrisp brown poppy pods sifted softly through dry winter. Light blue shadows whimpered over the boxed walls of the small apartment. The telephone rang…
Read MoreHarris 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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