Category Archives: Fiction
Return 5
At the crest of the hill, we stood, looking out over the valley below. The surface rubble here was beginning to be overtaken by the stonegrass. It spilled in spiked tufts down the face of the cliffs leading to the … Continue reading
The Girl Who Would See
When she arrives on the landing, she is wearing only one sneaker, and in the pocket of her faded men’s button-down shirt, there is a twenty-dollar bill. “I’m home,” she tells the loft, as she enters, her hand on the … Continue reading
Return 4
The feathers were like motes of dust in the sunlight; the wind that blew away whatever had been left of structure, flapped our coats, tied perfect knots in our hair, it gathered up the down and pins and whorled them … Continue reading
I See You
Don’t think I don’t. You slipped away once and I should have grabbed hold of you. You know the world, our world, the world of words in which we work, has a hundred thousand rumors. That you bear the same … Continue reading
If I Could
If I could reach through to the inside of you and pull you out, pull the very insides of you out for all the world to see, you would look like nothing more than a bundle of paper bags gone … Continue reading