Our Strangers
On Sufferance The cat says, “I’m only here on sufferance.” The dog doesn’t...
On Sufferance The cat says, “I’m only here on sufferance.” The dog doesn’t...
He spent the night in a vacant lot, cowering under a profusion of weedy growths and pinprick...
Benjamin? Charlie says. He want a black-sand beach. He want to be talking bollocks. He want a...
You are a child in a small town. You are, to be exact, eight years old, and it is growing late at...
Before he could make up his mind about what to do next, the decision was taken out of his hands....
Mr. Bones knew that Willy wasn’t long for this world. The cough had been inside him for over six...
“Mother you held me on your knee. Mother you worked for me. Mother, you taught me to toddle....
It was deadening winter, one of those feeble afternoons with coal smoke for light, but I found...
I may need more time. You do not need time. I am going to kill who I need to kill, don’t worry...
Every now and then, Farewell burst into excessively sonorous laughter. At each of these guffaws, I...
That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to...
The following note is not an apology of suicide – it is the simple and sober description of a...