A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing
The house is dry and creaky. I am sopping on the floor. I hear him. No. Aunt or uncle rolling over...
The house is dry and creaky. I am sopping on the floor. I hear him. No. Aunt or uncle rolling over...
—Structuring the material in terms of the ongoing ahm, situation yes, on Mozart’s, ah, Ring, is...
The beginning of teens us. Thirteen me fifteen sixteen you. Wave and wave of it hormone over. Like...
‘Grandma, those winged giants that you said Leila saw in her youth, what happened to them?’...
Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to...
He sleeps with Thomas’s nanny. She’s Canadian, about twenty-five, and also lives in the house, in...
Beyond the glass, the boy inside darted a glance from his newspaper out into the purse snapped...
For you. You’ll soon. You’ll give her name. In the stitches of her skin she’ll wear your say....
The day he receives his first wages, King Arthur of the Sewers and Slums leaves the office with a...
Through the glass walls of the buildings, a windy, feverishly pink, disturbing sunset. I’ve turned...
He and Ödon wait in the cold wood. It’s a winter afternoon and under the trees it’s already quite...
‘Grandma?’ ‘Umm?’ ‘When I go deaf, will I forget your voice?’ ‘How is that possible? The ear never...