I’m sitting by the phone, waiting to hear from you, my arms droop from the side of the chair as I hold the newspaper in my right hand and smoke a cigarette using my left. There’s a terrible war raging outside and the reports are full of feelings, opinions, and warnings. The struggle, as they put... Continue Reading →
It's all the little things and how they fall into the intervals of day-to-day living, of you and your countenances. They arrange themselves around me, not saying the things I knew you would say because your absence fills its place, being where you may have been, knowing you'd pick this piece or that and sometimes... Continue Reading →
Every morning, she pulls herself out of the rabbit hole, climbs down her bed, and gently lands on her feet. The remains of the previous night are scattered alibi on the floor — worn out stationery, money gone out of circulation, handwritten telephone diaries, the wreckage of old friends. Who made this mess? Where are... Continue Reading →
They could destroy the world with equal portions death fire screaming nauseating crawling and throwing. Hell closed with a slight smile and whistled a melody.
Call the women with eyes frozen tongue swollen pointed chin and the barely audible. The curtains open slowly.
The two met by coincidence in every generation linked forever in this very long chain of carrying on.