The first time I watched a beheading, my father stood beside me. His hand perched on my shoulder. He squeezed. … More
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Spine Call
Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More
You Smell of Smoke
It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More
The Stars and the Shooting Wire
Downtown, five men and five women, masked, and tightly gripping their automatic guns, storm into a department store. Inside, they … More
The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
The Mass Grave of Mayors
The voting came, and the voting went, and the election was over. The incumbent mayor had lost. The round man … More
The Day Moon Before Allhallowtide
The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More
