The zipper of the dress is down, exposing Bez from the nape of her neck down to the small of her back. Her skin is pale, caressed by the winter light coming through the window, and I think for a moment of going to put my hand against her, to feel the bones just below […]
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Wen and Big SurI spent three weeks once living in an old silver Airstream trailer, near a beach in Big Sur, with a woman named Wen. I was nineteen and newly single, after my near-marriage to Christian came crashing down like a thirty-ton block of ice from the face of a glacier, and so I did what only […]
On the IceDevURLFive weeks, four days. The ice groans and shrieks like a steam engine from hell, and the near-continuous creaking of the ship has begun to be interspersed with gunshot sounds of planks cracking in two from the pressure. The lower deck is nearly full of water now, and it is only a matter of time […]
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