A debacle with ice and a shortage of rum—phone calls rose through the elevator chute like steamas courses played tag with the oven.Doused in alcohol and set aflame,from the bright holiness of Easter morning only the moon survived,the rest succumbing to midnight char we dirtied our evening wear with. A meeting of the minds—theorists, poets,…

“Were you ever married?” “Yes, I was married once,” Bridget’s grey eyes looked out of the nursing home windows at two pigeons quarrelling over a piece of bread. “Was that when you were in Chicago?” “That’s for you to find out.” Sometimes following Bridget was confusing, like tracing the silvery trail of a snail on…

Barry planted ivy plants from Home Depotin the flowerbed on the northsideof the rental house next doorwhere he lived with his wife, Irene. Why, remains a mystery. If he plantedivy on the southside, it would thrivein many hours of direct sunlight. ground creeping, clambering evergreen, expanding and climbing, intricate beauty and profound wonder. dark glossy…