When Ernesto finished his cigarette, he tossed the butt into the gravel and stomped it with his brown work boot, trying to crush the nub of ashes on the end flat. He lingered with the last drag of smoke in his mouth and looked east, past the near vineyard field, toward the pad of...
Read more →I. There are days that the silence is loud, that I see vague faces and mouths move, but the gulf is too wide for the words to cross it, and whatever is human is continents away, and I dog-paddle in an open sea of disconnection and meaninglessness. I’ve heard of love as a wonderful...
Read more →The sun rose in the west this morning, and the light was cold. She spoke and the words were backwards, inside out, thoughts unwound, like strands of a sticky web, attaching to chaos and confusion. Her kiss burned his neck, her gaze his eyes, her touch his arm, and sky swirled into the dark...
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