We need a foreign country to set us free, Even one so poor, where no one cares.
A Bishop in Love
The Dictionary on My Brother’s Desk
Several years ago my brother asked for a dictionary.
Intermezzo by Sally Rooney
Dublin. Gray and rainy. Streets and buildings whose names have the “sound of familiarity”, meaning that there’s an author’s expectation that I will know the names, but I don’t since I don’t know Dublin.
Deadly Vigil
Going to mass should be dangerous—
Postmortem of a Fish – Editor’s Pick
I saw god at the dentist’s, splattered on the chair– a discarded fish head. Jaw forced open, eyes closed shut.
Kind of True – Editor’s Pick
It was her customers who had started the whole acting thing. Almost every night at Chiro’s when she took their orders she was asked if she was an actor or dancer or grad student. Was it her fault that patrons, especially tourists, expected that a young server working (only temporarily!) in a Chelsea trattoria, would be headed for a big career?