The Goldfinch
That night, at Boris' — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to remember what Pippa had looked like. But the moon was so large and clear through the uncurtained window that it made me think instead of a story my mother had told me, about...
My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“Can I have another Xanax?” Reva asked. “I can’t spare another, Reva. Sorry.” She was quiet for a while. The air got tense. “The only thing I can think to do to make Ken pay for the way he’s jerked me around is to keep it. But I won’t. Anyway, thanks for listening.”...
The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter
He felt they were laughing at him. Confusion caused him to forget what he had meant to say. The room was full of dark, strange faces and the air was too thick to breathe. He saw a door and staggered across to it. He was in a dark closet smelling of medicine. Then his...
Have You Got a Biro I Can Borrow?
Have you got a biro I can borrow? I’d like to write your name On the palm of my hand, on the walls of the hall The roof of the house, right across the land So when the sun comes up tomorrow It’ll look to this side of the hard-bitten planet Like a big yellow button...
The Golden Eternity
I have lots of things to share now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is...