At 5:06, the tracks start singing. HG’s beer can rattles the metal arm of his chair and stops. Rattles. Stops. The tracks hum, then skip, hum skip hum skip humskip humskip humskip humskip. The sound is wrong, plain wrong…… more
At 5:06, the tracks start singing. HG’s beer can rattles the metal arm of his chair and stops. Rattles. Stops. The tracks hum, then skip, hum skip hum skip humskip humskip humskip humskip. The sound is wrong, plain wrong…… more
A lustful boys follows a bloodlusting girl down dark roads and through empty fields in search of a man, any man, to satisfy her thirst for revenge. But when she forces him to step up, he finds that violence is not within his repertoire, and notions of power and control are inverted. … more
My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. … more
An Irish wake for a golden retriever. A dog they want to remember, a night they’d rather forget.
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We hated each other intensely, and were connected by that hatred. We both desired nothing more than to extinguish the other. … more
“I wasn’t moved by compassion to save your life so much as a desire to kill those dogs,” I said again… more