German threw the kids into his white truck and started it. He grabbed the half-full bottle resting on the middle hump of the floorboard, put it between his legs, and drove off down their block. They rode easily, heading...
They say the loss of a twin is akin to a ghost limb, an itch never scratched; a sore never healed. David is not sure. He is visiting his mother with Ellen in tow, to ease the tension. The house is a pristine museum of the young boys’ childhood: sickly– sweet framed pho...
Her head hurt from the perfumed candles. Fresh cut roses crept synthetically up her nostrils to sit just behind her eyes. Cotton and vanilla hung heavy on the other side of the room. She frowned, only to intensify the pain in her forehead, and sat down on...
‘Just now I have begun to think that if it were possible I would prefer Tai to enter me and feel her pushing against my organs. I would sooner have her within me rather than invade her’
‘Magaly Park’, p.71.
The Cartography of Others
by Catherine McNamara
‘The being brought me this far, now it was up to me to decide. I pressed the broken seal of the vacutainer to my lips and sucked. The blood felt like mucus on my tongue. I jerked my head back and sucked harder, like a sorority girl downing a Jell-O shot’