It had never been his intention to travel via Rotterdam...
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Separated by what unites us, united by what separates us.”
Slogan of the “Archipiélagos” radio program (Miami, 1990s)
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She left the photograph on the table. She knows this, because before she left her apartment this morning she turned, looked at it, and said, as usual: Auf Wiedersehen, meinen ...
In its sensuous immediacy, the world, its fields, hills, mountains, streams, seas and many skies, heat and cold, wet and dry, its secret past unfolds. This world, this mind holds ...
Looking through the scratchy branches of the winter trees, Julie is only able to picture the desolation of the world. Continue Reading Julie’s World
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Where I live, each season is as pronounced as a taste – spring most conspicuous of all. Continue Reading Hay Fever
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At my mother’s funeral, after the fire, my father knelt to kiss her, making the sign of the cross, fumbling with the gesture, though he’d never been religious before.
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The green turns grey again. I find a bus stop bench and take out my notes. Oh leave me alone, he howls down the road, just leave me alone. It’s ...
I’ve always hated sleep. Don’t get me wrong, I know the value of it. I know that I need it. It’s just become more of a necessary medication: when I’m ...
Beth’s dreams of late have taken on a dark, apocalyptic urgency. She finds herself in a place she describes as the isle of the dead, where she converses with demons, ...
I floated after her on a vapour trail of her scent, the lingering taste of Willa Jean and her Sazerac on my tongue, and Miles Davis in my soul. ...
The doorbell rings twice. Should I bother? Unwinding myself from these blankets, I slip off the window ledge where I’ve been watching a squirrel eat a white camellia. ...
After the rain eases in the humid dawn, Ezrin lies on his bed and listens to the jungle wake to the hill-myna’s song. Continue Reading There is no ...
It’s easy to read the short stories in this anthology in dialogue with one another, as they explore what it means to be unspeakable. Continue Reading Something Unspoken: ...
That evening I saw her drinking something clear in the hotel bar. She was looking out at the big view of the sea beneath us, expanse and foam all rolling, ...
I would say that threat and upheaval are the difference between leaving and fleeing. I was somewhere in between; restless and quiet at the same time. Continue Reading ...
I’d like you to be nervously brushing the frost off a box with your forefinger and at some point I’d like you to instinctively reach up and use the forefinger ...
I won’t go into details. I know you don’t want to know this part. Maybe you don’t want to know any of it, who could blame you, but especially this, ...
I wonder if they can hear me down there. I wonder if I bang hard enough they will emerge and find me in this hole, lend a hand to pull ...
They’d normally passed the checkpoint without fuss but this time they were asked to pull over out of the way. The guard looked even younger than Afy, barely past his ...
