Who’s he seeing now then?””No idea. They’re like funfair goldfish; no point giving them names, they never last that long.

Silverbird” that I carried around the house, petting it like a cat. Needless to say it died. So I ate it.

I want to pour your voice into a goldfish bowl before flushing it down the toilet.

If love were a glove, I’d wear it on my foot like a goldfish in a silver mine. Ten dimes is too much money to spend on one dollar.

This work is the link between my Dear Natalie piece and my upcoming Agatha work. It bridges that lapse in time and shows how my thinking has changed. It shows me telling a story through...

Frank couldn’t breathe underwater.But where was he?Percy turned in a full circle. Nothing. Then he glanced up. Hovering above him was a giant goldfish. Frank had turned -clothes, backpack, and all- into a koi the...