[Phantom smell; also called an ‘olfactory hallucination’; smelling an odour that is not actually there.] These were the […]
Original Nonfiction
My eyes are pointed at the mat because a large man has his hands cupped behind my head. […]
I don’t fall so much these days. That’s partly because I’m aware of the likelihood of falling, so […]
The dog didn’t want to go with the man. I could hear him trying to be friendly, trying […]
“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, […]
I found a snapshot of my father taken before I was born, a black-and-white print on foxed paper […]
I didn’t think I would miss Grandmother at all. She had grown distant with time, developing an impenetrable […]
You could barely move, in fin-de-siècle Mitteleuropa, without encountering something mystical, transcendental, or at least a bit occultish. […]
When I was twenty-four, my girlfriend of three years announced she was leaving me to go travelling. She’d […]
I have not always had this memory. It has been acquired, like the pains I feel in my […]