Being dead sucked a good deal more than I had anticipated. I had a cramp in my leg and my body bag smelled like an old bicycle inner tube. I lay hermetically sealed within a blue plastic bag which in turn sat atop a specialised hospital trolley for transporting dead people to the mortuary known … Continue reading The Prank.
" As this day ends, and before sleep when the sky dies down, consider your altered state: has this day changed you? Are the cornerssharper or rounded off? Did youlive with death? Make decisions that quieted? Find one clear word that fit? At the sun’s midpoint did you notice a pitch of absence, bewilderment … Continue reading Questions Before Dark