Cherrypicked stories

"The planes came at nine," he said. "At two in the morning I buried my son. Then we left." "They warned us what was going to happen but we had no...

Johnny's vision through narcotic headlamp eyes see; a dole queue like a urine stream with drained bodies like wrung swimsuits, therapist's comfort...

Night's door opens you. I watch. Disembodied by distance a want haunts me: how you touch me and never touch me. In the past, this was enough. Now it...

You say you're "always falling over with little glimpses of what it might be like to stand up." I think it's more to do with your being on the brink...