A man died today, the way many men do. I hadn’t seem him for a few years, I had always intended to though. Visit him once more and a lot after that. He and his wife lived in the country I was born. I worked there, and returned there many times. The first time I […]
moreThe man sits at the table where all the newspapers lay. He has finished his cup of coffee, a cappuccino. He is working on the newspaper’s crossword puzzles. I feel like he is trespassing somehow. Doing something that isn’t allowed. Leaving his mark on something that isn’t his, the way a graffiti artist would. I […]
moreSo she looked at me, the nanny, on passing in scuttled and quiet frenzy. A stray cat, shooed out of the breakfast room. Her boss had come now. He was a bloated white man in a linen blouse, no doubt carefully ironed by her. I could not detect a single crease. His two sons were […]
moreThese past few days, I’ve been watching an artist create a painting from scratch. She started with broad strokes. Bold and grand, she approached the canvas as if she were fencing. Sometimes correcting an area on the canvas with a big, wet, sponge. Within only a few such strokes she had captured the language of […]
moreDescribe The Scary. The Scary is black. It moves, really fast. It sits on my bed. And if I want to go upstairs to you, it stops me. It has no eyes, nor ears. No arms or legs. A big ball of blinding blackness, is what I think. Teeth? Yes, it has teeth. My son […]
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