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My Brother, The Clown

On the back wall is a family portrait, in which the family is awkwardly posed; everyone is smiling except ROBERT, who looks as if he wishes he could leap out of the photograph and run away into the distance

Bottling Up

Bonnie knew what he was going to say before he said it. Call it fate, call it cosmic force, or dismiss it as a coincidence, Bonnie knew that in this precise moment two lives were changing.

Cowboys & Indians Playing Scrabble

It’s the fog. It keeps getting thicker. Pinker. Greyer. Not pinker. Not pinker. Not pinker. It’s like syrup, like trying to breathe in syrup – and I mean syrup not anything else like china-

Duct Tape

I built you out of screws and duct tape,
tore skin from myself and covered your cogs to make you look human.

You

You’d taken the seat next to me on the train. The conductor spoke through the sound system: expected delays. They’re doing what they can. They’ll keep us updated. There’s coffee available in carriage H.