Your perfume suffuses the hall, assaulting me before you do. Jo Malone Waterlily. You only wear it at night, a…

A dream is a film happening while you watch. A boy running with a flowered pillowcase flying from his hand…

Still, nobody knows if it’s better to write about snow on a country road from an apartment in the middle…

The first person I killed didn’t run. I never knew his name, just his crime, so I called him One.…

In the small hours of the morning, I forage, taking care to nibble leaves both fibrous and tender, for the…

The priest still has a mouth full of cake, crumbs stuck to his lips, when the mom presents a doll…

Elena cried for the sparrow, for how it slipped a squeal before it hit the front window, a sound that…

I felt like television static that year—glossy-eyed afternoons at The Bitter End with a magazine straddling my lap, ears straining…

But I didn’t ask for a dog. I asked for Grand Theft Auto. Mom says, “There are things in that…

Handcuffs  On the way to see our boy in the detention centre I was wearing invisible handcuffs. “Don’t try to…