when we’re done, I’ll be where the night never stopscradling a bruise that’s shaped like youwondering why sleep never came to mewondering how I still dreamed

Stay home and the crooks win. They get the night, by default and concession, the night which should rightly belong to all of us.

There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a...

He parked his car carefully, made sure he’d set all the locks and the alarm. On the steps he kept looking behind him, snapping glances into shadows like he expected this to be a set-up...

I slept and the night rolled over into day like a dog. Another post-meridian awakening – sunshine on empty bottles, tangled clothes. I dozed while the temperature rose.

It’s just I’d rather sleep through the days so I’ll be awake for the nights, when the boys are out.

Isabel, remember we used to talk about a honeymoon in Spain?””Of course.””It woulda been a blast. I took a walk last night. Two in the morning, it felt like two in the afternoon. Traffic. People...

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