admin @ April 5, 2009 # No Comment Yet
Her eyes are fixed on the tall man. I am close to them after the crush at Earlsfield and she has asked him a lot of questions. Her strange, inverse-shaped head it seems, is full of questions, and I don’t have room to read my paper. The man releases a punctured sigh before speaking.
“It’s about […]
admin @ October 20, 2008 # No Comment Yet
Praise to god left tangled in the trees above me by the whisper of a breeze choking in the maples. It deposits in the branches the distant hymns of a pentecostal choir at practice. With the light failing I watch the bats hunt, whipping through the air in crabby whirls. The brown-bellied squeakers stay close to […]
admin @ October 8, 2008 # No Comment Yet
The Ecuadorians are going on holidays. He is a short and compact man with a low giggle that curls up into a sigh and a face well cultivated for his broad moustache. She is leathery and alert, with a pair of glittering white runners. They are happy to be on their way to the Canaries […]