A Brief For The Defense

He is walking through the level of wind chimes. The houses on both sides are immense and gothic. Their front porches are conjoined in an end...

They emerge on the throbbing southern shore of Avenida Bolano. Its two lanes run unimpeded to the border. It’s the kind of street that’s sur...

“So let’s talk, you and I, now that we’ve both failed as writers.” “I think twenty-seven is a bit young for failure. And how old are you? I...

He is in the wood when the rain starts; in the thicket of cedar and oak. The titter and prattle resounds off the creek like the morose laugh...

No traffic today, it’s winter and I am here without you. The sea grey as slate falling away off the continent, inflamed with the high phosph...

He has lied to everyone about his whereabouts. He is marooned at sea or in the desert with a small batch of sour mash whiskey, a sumptuous m...