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A Writing Group, and Horses
What, a friend who came to visit me asked, is a writing group?
It’s just like a barn, I said. Horses.
The Card Players: A Noctambulist’s Guide to Florence
For me, the colony of lights that speckle the midnight city is always preferable to the monarchic blaze of the summer sky.
Nothing Personal
My grandfather and his best friend made the trip to the coast to find that the only work to be had was picking fruit for ten cents an hour.
The Birthday Party
One husband, two sons. Alive. Limbs and faculties intact. I got away with it?
Unity
Freedom comes at high costs, and requires plenty of responsibility…Latvia learned this the hard way. And it is a lesson, and a price, my adopted home country of the ...
Two Landscapes and a Dismal Science
I had taken some thirty years ago – a walk that had stunned and disturbed me at the time, but which I had since almost forgotten…
Dear Singapore
It was thirteen years ago that I set foot on your shores, as a starry-eyed, newly married, first-time expat.
Rage
“That car’s just too big for you, love, you can’t handle it.”
Mourning is the Sight of a Blank Crossword Puzzle
Nasalized vowels. Rolled r’s. They seemed to widen the distance between me and my family. I wanted to go home.
Thimble, Thimble, Let’s Be Quick
Both are meant to protect us, but at what cost?
Hands That Do Not Forget
Haven’t you heard of concealer for those dark circles, and by God, what a miracle that men will even speak to you. “I bet they like your bit of crazy, ...
To Die Under a Great Reaching Tree
Yet now I am here, in this room with metal tables. To make the messiness of bodies easier to clean up
Why I Didn’t Report
I remember telling him three times…Does it still matter? Does it still count?
I Was Kissing Someone
When he and I weren’t tangled in his sheets upstairs, his tall, lanky body wrapped around mine, he was reading treatises on physics to me, and poetry, by candlelight in ...
Cerulean
Is that what love is, a thought that your mind made up with its chemicals and its hokum and its voodoo magic?
Needle-Junkie Debt
I always come back.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.N.O.S.T.A.L.G.I.A
“You’re. A. C**t.”
I just laughed.
This was 1994, at The Venue in New Cross.
Ed Borrie, the lead singer of S*M*A*S*H, leaned forward during some… song, can’t remember which but it was ...
Misfits
I left him. If you ask me why, I couldn’t tell you. It was not one thing, it was many. Perhaps in the end it was the question of what I loved ...
Halloween at St. Patrick’s
It was All Hallows’ Eve in Dublin. Fireworks, set off at random intervals by drunkards and juvenile delinquents, were exploding all over town, causing general mayhem and a number of ...
Annals of Burp #964
unless you believe that belief in evolution is an innate phenotype arising from a single or cluster of genes that can be selected for—if this were the case, then in ...