Apr 18, 2020 | Fiction |
After lunch I cut off a length of my rope and tied it onto the iron banister at the tower steps, and now it trails handily into the sea, moving darkened in the waves. I have knotted the seaward end for easier grasp. I have had less success with the ‘cliff’ for the...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction |
I reach out to the old lamp and turn the darkness on again.
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction |
“you know,” he said, “if i had my way i wouldn’t let anybody who believed in star signs or the bible or faith healing or anything like that use electric power, or ride in cars and buses and trains and aircraft, or use anything made of plastic....
