Timbuktu
Mr. Bones knew that Willy wasn’t long for this world. The cough had been inside him for over six...
Tag: blood
The Time of Our Singing
By the time the train reaches his destination, the child owns it. Charmed strangers wish him well...
In The Heart of the Heart of the Country
Mrs Mean My house has porches fore and aft and holds a corner. I spy with care and patience on my...
Invisible Man
I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one...
Homegoing
The men continued sipping the wine in silence for a while. In the trees, the birds were calling...
Delta of Venus
Dear Collector: We hate you. Sex loses all its power and magic when it becomes explicit,...
Blood not paint
They held up a stone. I said, ‘Stone.’ Smiling they said, ‘Stone.’ They...
