Fiction
Winter 2011
Pastoral
“You know? We could make a fire sometime …” “I have nothing. You have what we need?” “Of course.” He pulls an oval brass matchbox with a spring lid from […]
Fiction
Summer 1995
An Old Farmer
From the French. I’m like an old farmer sitting in his kitchen. They’re bringing in the harvest. He sits in his kitchen in a red velvet armchair trimmed with […]