Look on the bright side. You can always come back and burn the place down, Pierre thought, slowly removing his framed degree from the wall.
The Misfortunes of Others
The Ghost of Philip Guston
The artist smoked cigars—one on his porch with a glass of mescal, another during an evening stroll through the neighborhood. One cigar a day, maybe two. "Nice cigars," he said.
Eyeburn
"Too many eyes", Edward thinks. The tingling areas on his skin grow hotter as he navigates the bustling sidewalk. He makes an about-face and, parting the crowd with his arms, hurries back toward his apartment building...
Search for Safer Ground
Inside the sterile donor centre, I queasily thumb through a copy of "The Northern Miner", as a half quart of blood oozes from a vein.
I try to do my part, whenever I’m able. There’s a sense of obligation, when Jacob is below.
What She Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Her – Anymore
She sat in a high-back blue chair, an opened book in her lap, one leg pulled up under the other, her lower lip pushed out in thought. It appeared as through she was looking out the window beyond anything she could see.
You Will Weep for Me with Such Violence
The crying fits came without warning. She would be sitting there, having a conversation or staring out into a space – he would often catch her doing that, staring off at some indeterminate point in the distance – when all of a sudden she would buckle over, bury her face into her hands and begin to tremble.