“It smells like an old crypt,” Noor said as the central heating system sluggishly started up for the first time that autumn. Stray leaves whispered in the ducts. “Smelled a crypt before?” Khaldoun asked his new wife.
Category Archives: America
On the work of Kate Atkinson
When I was fourteen, I bought a copy of “Human Croquet” after reading about it in a magazine for girls (unexpected choice by the editor, I’ve come to realize). I had the original receipt for a while and jotted down the exact time, down to the minute, and place where the book was purchased. IContinue reading “On the work of Kate Atkinson”
Home, briefly
To paraphrase a silly movie I loved: Dark matter, actually, is all around. What if the tremor in my hand Are unseen particles passing through Having previously traveled through you. I sat by the Washington Monument And wanted someone to ask why I was crying Even though I’d stuck a pair of big sunglasses onContinue reading “Home, briefly”
A song for your birthday
On your birthday I want to be together again The others’ birthdays are all vague to me Hahaha, I say, I’m bad with names and dates, you guys And start getting drunk in too much of a hurry. An old fortuneteller said the whips of hell been chasing me But it was when I wasContinue reading “A song for your birthday”
Complaints
I miss carbohydrates I miss the conviction That rotten floorboards beneath my feet Will give in at some later date When I’ve moved on to greater things That are owed to me by fate. I miss kissing him Outside that restaurant (See how I’m not addressing him? It must prove that I am repentant). IContinue reading “Complaints”
Natalia A. 