What I Want to Be When I Grow Up
I’d like to be a professional footballer, in the Premiership. Not for the money, it should be said, even if that kind of money seems more and more like… More
Killing Stones
Stone was but stone, and marble belonged to the hills, they said. The patient carving and chiseling of men long gone would not remain to remind us that we… More
Salt on the Tongue
Perhaps she needed to find the right place to love. After the birches, behind the burning and scattered leaves, laughter was looking at her upside down. Someone said you… More
Petty Blood Sport
He injured me is how we met. He kicked me in the shin in the line for free wine. More
Pomegranate
The cart was gaining momentum. My friend nudged me, said, "Your mother is waving," but I was biting, savoring the burst of red honey on my tongue. More
from Alt Vices
When I feel a human-sized void, is it instinctual that I fill it with a human? More
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