The shrill insistence of the hotel phone dragged Luca Sasso from a heavy sleep. He reached out and took a slug from last night’s whiskey, which sat crystallising in a ...
I’d known from the start that it was going to end well and badly at the same time, because there was something about her that reminded me of my mother, ...
I hate losing. And losing twice makes me madder still. So I should have known as soon as I saw you, but no, the rum went right to my head…. ...
“That they not kill me!” the condemned man hurried to reply. Continue Reading Litro #154: Cuba | Last Wish
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The sun comes into the room and they cover their eyes with their hands. Just beyond her, the outline of the tower of Revolution Square in Havana.
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The Guerrilla Girls introduced me to a different kind of conversation about art… Continue Reading Litro #154:Cuba | Taste as A Political Matter
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Structure and improvisation are close relatives, like brother and sister. Continue Reading Litro #154: Cuba | ‘Off The Page’
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When I left Cuba with my family, the only thing we brought with us was a photo album everything else was left behind. Continue Reading Litro #154: Cuba ...
Here, there are spaces for everybody—you just need to realize what makes you different from the rest of the crowd and amplify it. Continue Reading Litro #154: Cuba ...
I woke with my head wanting to crack from the pain, to split in two from the pain. My brains sliding out of my ears on their own. Through osmosis ...
The next level adds a non-uniform acceleration of the escalator. Continue Reading Litro #154: Cuba | How To Play
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