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London is a city spread over tunnels that are always the same and trains that always go to the same places.
I never knew him. What’s left to me of him are the scenes I’m able to imagine, starting with the five boxes from the archive his widow left to me.
Despair is a form of certainty, certainty that the future will be a lot like the present or will decline from it; despair is a confident memory of the future.
Where I live, each season is as pronounced as a taste – spring most conspicuous of all.
Sometimes while she was at rehearsal he’d take walks along Queen as far as the textile district, returning home through the night-hum of the park.
At my mother’s funeral, after the fire, my father knelt to kiss her, making the sign of the cross, fumbling with the gesture, though he’d never been religious before.
Beth’s dreams of late have taken on a dark, apocalyptic urgency. She finds herself in a place she describes as the isle of the dead, where she converses with demons,
The doorbell rings twice. Should I bother? Unwinding myself from these blankets, I slip off the window ledge where I’ve been watching a squirrel eat a white camellia.
After the rain eases in the humid dawn, Ezrin lies on his bed and listens to the jungle wake to the hill-myna’s song.
The old woman stood leaning on a cane by the lakeshore. It was autumn…
“Up to a billion birds die in collisions with glass each year in the United States.”
Masuyo was married for fifty-eight years to the same man. She’d hated him for fifty-seven years.
A world where we are not truly free to make our own stories, but must tell the stories we were taught to tell…
She wants to fold back upon herself too, like petals…
Asleep in the city’s sewer, the last brown rat of Nagasaki was awoken by a sudden flash of blinding light.