rat-baiting.It took place in the desert — disoriented and with parched skin, when I was first called upon: “Your father is dead.”1d ago1d ago
sunset and alvarado.He gingerly lowered the sheet on the desk, then placed a hand on it, as if wondering if he wanted to caress the paper. “You write well,” he…Sep 14Sep 14
certain privileges.Clinging to your name, that’s all you own. Random noises surround you — — smells are intriguing. And it’s the light you prefer, although…Aug 12Aug 12
hum of life.“What is this photograph, Zak?” “It’s a photo of our class. 1979.” “How do you know it’s 1979?” “It says on the bottom.” “Ah. Alright…Jun 25Jun 25
smaller than life.I slipped and my left hand went through a window. Industrial glass. Wonder how it broke. A shard ripped my wrist open, parallel to my…May 30May 30
pencil to paper.I saw my name on the cover page. The cover page of my evaluation form. Jon’s hands were resting on the page. Previously, he’d said…May 27May 27
