Nov 24, 2018 | Fiction |
Consuming something that had been handled by a fellow creature was, I explained to the rubicund convives, as repulsive to me as eating any creature, and that would include – lowering my voice – the pulpous pony-tailed girl student who served us and licked...
Aug 19, 2014 | Fiction |
She looked for the more important man to help her, but he wasn’t there. Now she remembered what he’d written. A play about Doukhobors that had caused a big row because the Doukhobors were going to have to be naked. Of course they weren’t real Doukhobors, they were...
Jul 30, 2011 | Fiction |
I say what they say because I know nothing. There was this. Dark. Very dark. As dark as very dark. They say: that was the room. Not even a window. Poor Peter Stillman. And the boom, boom, boom, the caca piles. The pipilakes. Excuse me. Anymore. There was mush food in...
