Monthly Archives: March 2010

“I think we should get out of here,” he said to his friend, who, ignoring him, opened desk drawers one after the other, hands dipping and pulling out books frayed cloth strips broken sunglasses tangled cords badges unwound tapes, quick … Continue reading →

or, One Last Frantic Dialogue With My Hair Before We Parted Ways — Why, hello Nathan. Afternoon, hair. Do you mind telling me why there are a pair of scissors hovering in rather frightening proximity? Ah, it has come to … Continue reading →