Sep 8, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Ghosts and EmptiesI have somehow become a woman who yells, and, because I do not want to be a woman who yells, whose little children walk around with frozen, watchful faces, I have taken to lacing on my running shoes after dinner and going out into the twilit streets...
Aug 25, 2018 | Featured, Fiction, Poetry |
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. And now you could read... The Secret People If On A Winter’s Night A Traveller The Pale King A Lady As She Spring and All The House Was Quiet and The World Was...
Aug 5, 2018 | Fiction, Poetry |
The Arabs used to say, When a stranger appears at your door, feed him for three days before asking who he is, where he’s come from, where he’s headed. That way, he’ll have strength enough to answer. Or, by then you’ll be such good friends you don’t care. Let’s go back...
