The Inarticulate Art of Survival and CrueltyThere are foxes living at the Cypress Bay, and in the morning and evening they lounge about the school. No one ever asks them for passes....
Even the Air is My EnemySpit out into the morning from desperate slumber, it is as if I am embraced by the hot breath of a great beast. My only expectation is...
The Noise is Worse than the SilenceOnce again the beginning, yet it is later than last years' end. Time continues to puddle around my feet like treacle and holds me in...