You are in the house strumming the lyres of your guitar. The chords reverberate all through. In the kitchen, she is cutting onions on a steak chopping board. They are for samosas. Samosas are her new hustle. She now makes them for a living and sells...
I am looking at him, a short plump man with rickety legs that spread out to dirty green all-star shoes. He is hammering down a shaft door. It wasn’t opening before he got here. He came with a hammer, a screw driver, a lot of jokes and a purple T...
You walk around the house stark naked, it’s morning. The bright kind where the sun argues with your walls and throws up on them bright yellow shards of light. A kettle of water boils from the kitchen, a slice of incomplete bread is hardening with...
Gerald calls me at 2:46 pm. He calls from one of those numbers I don’t have saved in my phone. I look at it once and look back at the road. It’s not a police ticket I’m willing to catch. Taking a 100k fine for a phone call? From a person whose...