The Sea
As I was heaving myself over in a tangle of sheets—I have never been able to cope with...
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Luster
I go back inside and throw on my least wrinkled dress. I look into the mirror and practice my...
Congo Journey
In her hut in Poto-Poto, the poor quarter of Brazzaville, the feticheuse, smiling at us, knelt on...
The Outsider
The trigger gave. I felt the underside of the polished butt and it was there, in that sharp but...
