You Miss It

You Miss It

It’s less lonely than it used to be, what with the forests stripped down to the minimum now, and the white lines painted on the Oakwood Mall lot   and the cars parked like brothers, in order of their arrival, the sheen of the Lord upon them, however, the last as...
All the Blues in the Night

All the Blues in the Night

My girlfriend Elena doesn’t sleep at night anymore. It’s been twenty-three days. I wake up to find her unraveling herself at the foot of the bed each morning. Her scarf, the wool jacket with its missing buttons, the layers that distinguish her from the other city...