Walking North, Walking Home
Ellen boarded the early ferry to Scotland in the frozen dawn. The
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Blink
You'd understand if you could see her. Here, in the Saturday
Apoptosis
That summer, one bus stopped at the gas station, once a week.
A Border Incident
Hot from the bowels of a charcoal-fired brick oven at a
This Plague of Souls
There is a man out there and that man is in quarantine.
Father Time
Early morning Christmas Day, asleep in slitted sunlight. Something
The Bus Stops Here
"You sure you can't hang on 'til the coast?" the bus driver
Surface
The day cracked open and spat out something like him. He
Upriver
My wife and her sister are off on a trip together, and
After History
Parts of the city were still crowded with wires and poles in
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