Seamstress

Fiction

I have spent the last two decades making clothes, accessories, dishes, and beds for humans and pets.

excerpt: 3 to Kill

Fiction

And sometimes what used to happen was what is happening now: Georges Gerfaut is driving on Paris’s outer ring road. He has entered at the Porte d’Ivry.

Without Swords

Fiction

Guy Fawkes Day, a good starting point for the journal of an anarchist. “A desperate disease requires a dangerous remedy,” Fawkes said.

Cyclone

Fiction

It is seven o’clock. Night is falling. Sometimes there is between us, when I telephone you on the other side of the world, the echo of our voices on the satellite.

Find A Penny, Pick It Up

Fiction

The trail started with a penny, round and burnished, hot from sitting so long in the summer sun. Angela scooped it up and held it in her palm so tightly the copper nearly burnt her skin.

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EARLY SUMMER 2002

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