Easy on My Grave

Rosemary stands at the kitchen sink in a pale orange terrycloth bathrobe, bruised hands submerged in soapy water that smells of lemons and years of yellowing regrets. She shifts from one tired foot to...

A Memory Made Flesh

(music: la double vie de veronique)  The swallows came back today, like thin baby boomerangs they returned to their place of origin. I know not how many bomb blasted years have gone by since...

Bieber Fever

There are only two people to blame in this situation: myself, and Justin Bieber. I understand that waiting for his plane to arrive and following him back to his house then climbing through his...

Sardines

Some say the Christmas holidays are stressful because of busyness and having a tight budget. I have always been one to disagree with this notion. I think holidays—whether it is Christmas or Fourth of...

The Hanged Man

I am writing to report that I am in a most uncomfortable position, immobilised as I am between the shutters and the wall of my fair apartment, hanging by a shoestring from my left...