It?s 13 degrees outside, 4th of March. It?s late, a weeknight. I?m driving mostly empty roads alone. The car is filled with murmuring grey music and the traffic light pauses seem longer than usual. Night spills in the open windows?a cold wind on wet, sore lips. Someone is firetwirling in Royal Park. The sharp kerosene… Continue reading Rapture and the rupture
Month: November 2009
Strange birds
It was late afternoon. The houses, so sprawling and airy they could hardly be considered ?indoors?, spread in a lazy curve around the oval. Football posts peeling scabbed white paint stood in the bleached grass at either end. As I walked across the oval to the schoolhouse, the sun stretched long fingers across the floodplains… Continue reading Strange birds
I promised Marisa
1. They said he?d prefer me in the backless dress. I sat on the bed for an hour before he sent for me. They told me to lie face up on the table, and were taking off my bra when the drugs hit. I woke up two hours later, crying and coughing blood. 2. At… Continue reading I promised Marisa