“Go away!” I said. I looked at him, and although I knew he was different, he might still act like them. He’d have told me something and when I disagreed, he would conclude that I was mad. I wasn’t mad – they were, all of them. Read more →
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 →
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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