She told me over sushi that she found her dad hanged in the family garage. I was on my second beer, slowly incorporating wasabi into a shallow dish of soy sauce with my chopsticks. The house music was loud, bass pumping the soles of my shoes. I’d only heard a third of our prior conversation [...]
Perpendicular rivers cut gorges across [...]
She talked often about the fog The ‘Pea Souper’, ‘London Particular’, That smothered all the London Streets With corrosive fog, [...]
The boy woke in the morning, and at the top of the kitchen’s garbage bin, with pieces of chewed meat [...]
Their evenings mapped in markings on the floor: her love seat faced the dinner-hour news with breadth to flank her [...]
I can’t guess what planted this impression somewhere along my trachea, halfway between the brain and the heart, which I [...]
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