He Would Take You
When he sinks his heelsinto the sodden courtyard grass,the muddy leather skin of his Oxfordssmells of death — vulgar and earthy —and he rather likes it.The stench... Read more.
Three Strings
After that kid shot me in the face outside Club Twelve, after the team of surgeons took an hour to dig that tiny resin ball out of the soft tissue in my cheek, after... Read more.
Sister Cities
I love you, Kumamoto. But my missions are in a state of decay. The limestoneaqueducts, once traversing proudly alongside the Piedras Creek, the ones thatpumped crystalline... Read more.