If I call you, you’ll say, hello, I’ll say, hi mum, it’s me, Catherine, then you’ll hang up. Continue Reading Ring
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Would a more loving partner have pieced the clues together? Should I have known? It seemed so obvious now. Continue Reading Mine
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An aspiring poet sat with me in Captain Quackenbush’s Intergalactic Dessert Co. and Espresso Café on Guadalupe Street. Continue Reading Tonantzín Coatlaxopeuh
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One day, he says, he’ll ride over the top of the western peak and never come back. Continue Reading Over the Western Peak
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For weeks, even months, after the gig, he remembered that feeling, could cling to it every now and then even as it faded or slipped from his grasp. He would ...
“Are you the satirist?” I said,
“I certainly am not. I don’t think I’ve ever even met a satirist.” Continue Reading The Satirist
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I’ve tried to squelch that terror, to chase it deep inside me so that the watchers might turn away, but the moment of the bargain always wrenches it forth again. ...
“Sometimes you think you know people but you don’t.” Continue Reading Them next door
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“The shape of her grew smaller and smaller until she was only a speck at the edge of the road.” Continue Reading Sorrow
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“I always wanted to build a house beside the lake with her. It would’ve been a place where we could grow old and fat together and be buried in the ...
Space does not exist.
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Do you think that time makes it harder to feel, or harder to pretend you’re not? Continue Reading Big Boxes and Bigger Rooms
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“And these things that happen to us. They don’t just live in the past. They echo.” Continue Reading Buoyancy
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Puddle onto concrete and thrashing, weaker-weaker before subsiding to limp stillness. Continue Reading Melusine experiment: lab notes
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I liked Ben enough. I didn’t love him; I could never love someone so whole. Continue Reading The Wife
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He drives a bus, he lives above a shop, he drinks cheap wine, and he is now alone. Continue Reading The Bus Driver
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His mother hovers over a pirate ship cake. The father loiters by the tea urn. Continue Reading Prepare to be Amazed
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I’m not having a bad time. It’s just a time. Continue Reading Liminal Life
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Our evenings are filled with hospital dramas and 10:00pm bedtimes and getting irritated when one of us reads with the light on, the lamp glowing yellow in the room like ...
He knows he is searching for something that is no longer there. Continue Reading Window, Amsterdam
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