All-American Murder isn’t bad, but it’s almost an extraterrestrial product, a movie made for humans by something that has no relationship to the physical universe.
He returned home silent, even more sullen. I asked him about Mrs. Marra once, but he looked at me as if all memories, good or bad, had been erased.
If the Jury Room is supposed to be some kind of hell, we should all be so lucky to wind up in a hell like this.
Now that your precious jackfruit is out in the world, latch the angel onto your body and let nature take its course. She held her jackfruit to her breast, to her arms, her neck, rubbed it against herself until she was raw.
Everyone believes there’s something more out there. And if we were just braver, had more time/money/whatever, we’d Don Quixote it up.
On the morning that she died, I don’t think I knew that it was the day that we would stop waiting. We were just going to her bedside, as we did. As we had done for days. Suspended in that grief fog, gritty and spinning.
Where neighbors handed warm zucchini bread over fences, a 10-year-old drove me around a farm in a rusty truck, and I most likely met a serial killer.
Perfect bound | 100 pages | Paperback | Die-cut matte cover | 6×6″
OUT AUGUST 22, 2023
Read a page before sleep and thou shalt dream insanely.
–Alex van Warmerdam
Director of Palme d’Or nominated film ‘Borgman’
A class about nonhuman narrators in traditional storytelling, and how to integrate this kind of creativity into your own stories
Saturday, September 23, 2023
three hours, Zoom
$25-75 (sliding scale)
