Jutka, I miss your fingers, the touch I know only now that it is gone. My fellow soldier is not deft, puncturing skin as he plies splinters from my ass, the needle clumsy in his paws. His idea – a night out of this hole, the danger receding, safety in disguise. We dressed like ugly spinsters, but Soviet dicks are… Read more →
: inperchment If you put a tiger in a tree you are asking a child to read the bible. Not a or an, as in umbilical cord: fluids pumped through then solid and gross and the bible, and other things not solid, more able, prepared. Articles, really. Indirect and implied and not. The gimmy-two-shoe-shuffle, and butter,… Read more →
At first what people were saying was that it happened in a shop. That he was a stranger. He’d had a small gun that he held to her back. Attention turned next to the middle-aged man who lived out on the island. He wore a captain’s hat and was always driving up and down the causeway, his car filled with… Read more →