Where the Wild Tractors Roam-Part One
The first sign that trouble was about to descend on the peaceful empire known as The Boreen came in Spring. It arrived in the form of a cloud obscuring the…
The first sign that trouble was about to descend on the peaceful empire known as The Boreen came in Spring. It arrived in the form of a cloud obscuring the…
The hotel room, dressed in washes of brown, looks out onto a busy road. I have pulled back the curtains, opened a window. Gray clouds heavy and sodden painted against…
Here comes the walking alligator handbag. Down from the veranda, across coarse sand, lounge chair wedged under her arm. Floral beach bag slung across her shoulder. Rumored to have been…
Misty start to the day. Like being inside cotton wool. Or passing through low cloud. Mouse crap in the kitchen (they emerged from the fireplace like something prehistoric, between old…
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness in silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. * There is no order to…
I'm not much of a letter writer. I never feel I have the time to sit and write when it's quicker to pick up the phone and call someone. But,…
A small blonde girl wearing worn dirty sneakers squats against a service door in the rain and pees on crumpled papers, wrappers, a notice announcing ‘thirty percent off all dresses…
One summer morning over breakfast Arlene, Max’s wife of twenty-five years, announced that she was planning to have an affair. “Who plans to have an affair and tells the…
Mrs. Porter glared down at the statue. Lately, it seemed to be mocking her, fixing its stony gaze upwards towards this bathroom as if it hated her. “Well,” she…
He tried to take her life. Not her living body life; the breath, skin and bones. He needed these intact. It was more life as she lived…