Month: September 2019

 

Dear D,

  510    

She said, “I want to tell you my story, but I would like you to write it in the form of a letter to my ex-husband.”

Dear, D

On my 45th birthday I woke up and made tea and carried

 

Pied Piper

  323    

She’s seated on a wooden bench in the brightly lit hallway, waiting to have an abortion. She’s 21-years old, still only recovering from the wreckage of teenage and now only confronting the full secrets of womanhood. Her mother thinks she’s

 

Johnnie Still

  138    

The man who drinks alone has learnt to sit alone. To sit alone takes a lot from you because you have to feed it your time and yourself. Not many men have learnt that discipline of sitting alone, of sitting

 

Mike and Micah

  898    

She will talk about the loneliness. However, in order to talk about loneliness, inevitably, she has to talk about choices. But first, there was a little issue of our meeting venue because her identity had to be super anonymous. She

 

Quick One

  304    

I’m in Addis. Transit from Paris, from Poland, from life to life. 

I’m in the business lounge because Remy Martin paid for the Business tickets. It’s 6:30am. A man sleeps with his mouth open in the seat across from me.