A Sigh from the Depths, Part 3
VII. Walking down low burning streets lit aglow by half-empty bars, people trailing in and out, in front of and behind us, everything soaked and…
A Sigh from the Depths, Part 2
III. I was standing on the walkway of a second-floor apartment complex, knocking on a door no one was answering and beginning to think I was going to…
A Sigh from the Depths, Part 1
I. The night road was long and winding, headlights along a curve that never squared, only sinking bend after rising bend on repeat. With an unsteady…
Starway Strangler
From a parking lot, I was looking out my side window at the freeway overpass, the sun present yet neutral. The cars were rolling by, rearranging…
Br(exit), Part 2
IV. I knew by the time we were driving down White Oak Estates, a neighborhood full of old two-story colonials exuding decency over opulence, paid-for…
Br(exit), Part 1
"More so than the immorality of the contemporary world, it is its growing ugliness that moves one to dream of a cloister." --- Nicolás Gómez Dávila…
