Vigil
That dope, what crap, he thought angrily. What did that frog know about it? Had Pierre here ever...
Tag: death
A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing
The beginning of teens us. Thirteen me fifteen sixteen you. Wave and wave of it hormone over. Like...
Courting The Wild Twin
Stop Saying That the Earth Is Doomed You may be doomed, I may be doomed, the earth not so much....
And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief As Photos
What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where...
Courting The Wild Twin
What is life like when you don’t know what it is you’re marrying? Harshly put, it implies you are...
Our Strangers
I’m on the train, traveling alone, with two seats to myself. I have to use the restroom. Without...
A Branch From The Lightning Tree
The stories say that if we take only the Road of the Village—the ordained track—we risk...
The Machine Stops
They were not fighting now. Only the whispers remained, and the little whimpering groans. They...
Journey To The End Of The Night
The sky in Rancy is the same as in Detroit, a smoky soup that bathes the plain all the way to...
Journey To The End Of The Night
Here’s how it started. I’d never said a word. Not one word. It was Arthur Ganate that...
Pedro Paramo
Up and downhill we went, but always descending. We had left the hot wind behind and were sinking...
The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button
For what it’s worth … it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be....
