The first to go, thinks Rachel, the first supporting wall yanked out. The five of us no longer solid and inevitable and filling the spaces of this house, but exposed as what we always were... Read more →
It had been four years, three months and five days since his release. He remembered the first taste of rain on the outside—how the same showers that reminded him of life and renewal out on the yard, had suddenly tasted of metal.... Read more →
Through the leaves I see an animal paddling near. The beast clambers onto the branch, panting. Fucking Chance. The damn dog barks a greeting, his eyes big and grateful. “Fuck you, Chance. And welcome aboard.” I look up. Birds circling against a deep blue sky. Read more →
It was odd to feel his heart rate pick up pace, as he neared the local cafe where he met friends and colleagues to discuss life, ideas, and, as he was a filmmaker, cinema – although what is cinema, he believed, if not life and ideas? Read more →
Edson wondered if ghosts existed and whether they longed to be of the flesh. He imagined his little brother bobbing in the ocean, his dress billowing like a Portuguese man-of-war, its poison tentacles hidden in the deep water. Edson listened for distant boom-box music. Read more →
Equally so the white side was sick of thinking he was going to get a bit of white male privilege and instead be ignored like he was Chewbacca, who only fixes things and speaks in growls. It was time to go our separate ways. Read more →
In its sensuous immediacy, the world, its fields, hills, mountains, streams, seas and many skies, heat and cold, wet and dry, its secret past unfolds. This world, this mind holds our secrets, secrets of origin, of unfolding and of end.
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