To me it’s like he’s holding open a door behind which lies a shiny new future, a bright new beginning, and all we have to do is walk through and ...
Puddle onto concrete and thrashing, weaker-weaker before subsiding to limp stillness. Continue Reading Melusine experiment: lab notes
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A son submits to his mother’s haircuts and their rapport is restored. Continue Reading A Haircut
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A visit to the Highgate cemetery involving Marx, mistranslations and lovers’ photographs.
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Headlights shot out over the road. I walked back. The car barely missed the coyote. It didn’t move.
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I hate the feeling I get when I listen to old songs and remember why I became tired of them. A playlist called “Hearts” or “Walking” or “Running.” It didn’t ...