It was that time again.  He sat on the ground letting the dusk settle on him. The air was dry, pulling the moisture from his lungs, light...

As the plate-glass façade of the university library disintegrated, Miranda looked up from her essay on symbolism in Germanic folk-tale and...

Here it is, on the back of the menu. How, instead of a pudding, an extra fiver will buy you the choice of the Cheese Room. It shines in ...

I It was all tension in the delivery room, and you still seemed glimpsed galaxies away, pouring your heart out in the automatic writ...

Have you ever had a haircut so bad you cried? When you open the drawer after having poured yourself a bowl of cereal, do you reach for a ...

This morning my dad said Who’s moved my bloody cellphone? Christ why can’t people leave my things alone. There was just the two of us. I...

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Each night is different. Each night the same. Sometimes I pull the trigger. Sometimes I don’t. When I pull the trigger, he often just stan...

your door stands open still at dusk, your light a moth's antenna across shadowed lawn bare feet rustle in last year's leaf ...