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Sonia informed me that she had applied for a job in a recording studio. "I didn't see it advertised," I said. "It wasn't on the weekly church...

When the café on the corner first opened its doors in the August of 1923, Pierre Goddard and his father thought their clientele would consist mostly of businessmen. Twenty-one years later, his father long gone from polio, with shoulder-length grey hair in a bun, the physical manifestation of a man in a mid-life crisis, and a World War in full swing, it had become frequented by Nazis.

He got up before dawn. Each day. Crawled out of bed to the stinging sound of an alarm going off beside his bed. Woke himself with stabbing cold water...

The sucking slurp of semi liquid earth slows my steps and gurgles between my bare toes. I feel like I’m walking inside a mouth. My feet sink in and...

Patrick made a pear appear and then he made a pear, a pair and then he made the pair three and then he made a pear tree, then he made a pear forest...

whatever there was, it is gone now:

Moonlight drops quilted darkness over all the tops. A smothering hush, lush from Nature's palette knife stops the chatter. Its syrup drops to soothe...

Stars blazed in the navy blue sky. The sun had bid its goodbye for the day. All was quiet. The setting was right for Tony to get things off his chest...

Death before life.