The Geecologist

Pricksongs & Descants

Pricksongs & Descants

Mar 16, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

so bless me I’m ruminatin on the old times when virtue was its own so-called reward and acquired a well-bejeweled stud in the bargain propped up there in the stale limp sheets once the scene of so much blood and beauty like I say propped up and dyin away there in my...
Men Without Women

Men Without Women

Feb 23, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

The Killers The door of Henry’s lunchroom opened and two men came in. They sat down at the counter. “What’s yours?” George asked them. “I don’t know,” one of the men said. “What do you want to eat, Al?” “I...
My Brilliant Friend

My Brilliant Friend

Feb 16, 2019 | Featured, Fiction | 0 comments

On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins. The term isn’t mine, she always used it. She said that on those occasions the outlines of people and things suddenly dissolved, disappeared. That night, on the terrace where we were celebrating...
The Sound and the Fury

The Sound and the Fury

Feb 9, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

The car stopped, started, stopped again. Below the window I watched the crowns of people’s heads passing beneath new straw hats not yet unbleached. There were women in the car now, with market baskets, and men in work-clothes were beginning to outnumber the...
Homegoing

Homegoing

Feb 2, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

The men continued sipping the wine in silence for a while. In the trees, the birds were calling each other to sleep. A spider crawled over James’s bare foot, and he thought of the Anansi stories his mother used to tell him, and still told his younger brothers and...
Chess

Chess

Jan 19, 2019 | Featured, Fiction | 0 comments

Within six months Mirko had mastered all the technical mysteries of chess, although with one curious reservation, which was frequently observed and mocked in chess-playing circles later. For Czentovic never managed to play a single game of chess from memory – or...