Lizzie doesn’t have much, but she does have a high school education. After graduation, she walks home alone to find her step-father “moonshine blind,” half dressed and… Read more “Lizzie Speaks, excerpt from Silver Bottle”
“His death broke the cold snap.”
“Times were different,” I say finally. “People minded their business then.”
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Born in 1970, Visarute Angkatavanich is a Bangkok-based Thai photographer based in Thailand. He graduated in Communication Arts majoring in advertising from…
Blanche draws me by her very diffidence. She stands apart, looking unhappy and confused.
He was lucky the doctors had been able to save his arm. He was lucky to be alive.
Lorraine’s childhood is marred by the alcoholism of her mother. However, she does have a few happy memories, and the sound of popping soap bubbles is one… Read more “Excerpt from Silver Bottle, a memory from Lorraine.”
A slyly sensual sound at a time when sex wasn’t talked about, except by married women on front porches in the summer twilight, or wildly exaggerated by teenage girls, also in whispers but with a throatiness, a raw edge which might cause the speaker to break off, red-faced, while the rest of us looked at our feet.
I told Scott the name of his biological father. Bombs might explode, but I thought he had a right to know.