I’m on the train going to see Him after work on a Wednesday. It’s one of the new […]
Author: Adam Farrer
I was wearing a ribbed white tee shirt with a wide scoop neck and faded khaki pants with […]
white nylon rope A text, that you had been killed as the passenger in a head-on collision. I […]
Trash is heaped up in alleys, at the ends of driveways: bones of Christmas boxes, turkey carcasses racoons […]
At this present moment, I am a meromictic lake. My face is awash with saltwater sweat, indistinguishable to […]
You are seven years old and have just gotten the training wheels removed from your pink huffy bicycle. […]
It’s early morning and the sound of heavy rain fills my room. The drumming on the tin roof […]
Whenever I imagine my father, he’s almost naked. For three years after my parents divorced, I spent every […]
[Phantom smell; also called an ‘olfactory hallucination’; smelling an odour that is not actually there.] These were the […]
My eyes are pointed at the mat because a large man has his hands cupped behind my head. […]