Acculturation
It had been two months. He had been crawling on his belly for months. Mud was caked between his toes, his belly was brown and crusty. He tasted dirt all […]
It had been two months. He had been crawling on his belly for months. Mud was caked between his toes, his belly was brown and crusty. He tasted dirt all […]
Tim Little was born in a hat. His mother said it was the easiest birth she ever had. There was no midwife, no clenched jaw, husband wringing hands in the […]
Red Marcy was a playful young woman who lived in the flat above the Rue St. Petit whom Professor Rimbaud called his mistress but was really a prostitute. He was […]
The mechanical gears of my little man swung, and chimed the noon. Deep inside his plastic box of a chest, no grooves or chutes visible on its milky soft surface, […]
It was five days gone when Klaus first opened his eyes, and the big beige blur of the coat closet resolved itself into an array of smelly leather shoes and […]