May 12, 2019 | Fiction, Short Stories |
On the third day of rain they had killed so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo had to cross his drenched courtyard and throw them into the sea, because the newborn child had a temperature all night and they thought it was due to the stench. The world had been sad...
Apr 21, 2019 | Fiction, Short Stories |
A Dark and Winding RoadAround nine o’clock, I pulled my sleeping bag out and unrolled it on the bed which was covered in old blankets and dust and mouse poop, and slept with no trouble at all. In the morning I guzzled a litre of mineral water and drove on the dark and...
Apr 14, 2019 | Featured, Fiction |
The following note is not an apology of suicide – it is the simple and sober description of a spiritual situation. The more lucid and overwhelming one’s belief in Providence, the greater the temptation to get it over with, this business of life, but the greater too...
Apr 7, 2019 | Fiction, Poetry |
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it...
