Alone in the House
No, I hadn’t left the downstairs light on. Had I? I hang a few paces outside my doorway. Before this I was stewing in my bedroom. I could have been doing a million other things than rolling around on my bed, intermittently swapping phone, book and laptop between my hands, wondering if this was wha
The Blood of the Beast
A crude drawing of God lies in your lap, the limp hand of a father cut in half by a fold and hastily scribbled over. Those brutish lines are shadows on my wall, chanting Gregorian hymns until their thousand shadowed heads erupt with horns. Your towering tongue speaks viscous words, confessing a toni
Baggage Claim
Our suitcases stutter forward, past packets and tins, slices and loaves. I catch myself in every reflective surface. Wrinkled shirt in the countertop; slick,blotchy profile looming in the cool glass of the cloches; wisps of manic hair creeping in the sunglasses atop so many heads. It is almost a rel
