My mother thinks I should run. She tells me this in the living room. She is folding laundry. […]
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I paint the shed a gun metal blue and fix the rotten wooden panels at the base where […]
NOSE The first time I remember having a nose, I was young. I probably had one before that […]
My mother never had a mother. That’s what she always says, I never knew what it was to […]
The way I most often describe Tennessee Williams’ memoirs to people is in emphasising the feeling that Williams […]
I was eleven and Chris was twelve. Taking the lead, he squeezed through a gap in the fence […]
I sat behind you in human sexuality class, the curled ridge of your ear exposed. If I had […]
My father drove a taxi for 27 years. From 11am to mid-afternoon, he worked. A break for dinner […]
I worked on a quarry for two weeks shortly after my thirty-second birthday. It both was and wasn’t […]
Trinidadian Hindus contend that a direct correlation exists between the combustion rate of a body on a funeral […]