Excerpt translated by Heather Cleary. I didn’t like that Delia was a factory worker, but it was a shapeless sort of dislike. Contrary to what one might think, it was not a sentimental qualm, nor did it have anything to do with any sense of injustice, at least, not in...
Slowly I watched a snake once, swallow a rabbit. Fourth grade, the reptile zoo the rabbit stiff, nose in, bits of litter stuck to its fur, its head clenched in the wide jaws of the snake, the snake sucking it down its long throat. All throat that snake–I...
Excerpt from the novel started at Civitella, called The Institute for Taxi Poetry: The hierarchy inside a company is more informal than it might seem to an external observer. Once in a blue moon a driver graduates to the position of sliding-door man. About so often a...
Far away, on the eastern seaboard of Canada, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, a young dentist stood at the window of his office and stared at the trees lining the sidewalk. It was summer, the air was mild, the sun shinning for a change. His long time friend and partner had...
