The Watchers
We watch you, sneaking through the alleys. You blend into the shadows with a combination of charms and carefulness. The secrets aren’t meant for you. Your desire and curiosity woke…
Fiction
The Many Temptations of Owen Jenks
The crime occurred in mid-summer when most of the surrounding neighbours had fled to the shore, or an upstate lake in the mountains, or even to the cooler latitudes of…
Prisoner of the Bell Tower
That familiar melody reverberated in my head. Each clanging note echoed in my ears, bringing me back from darkness. Tong! Tong! Ting! The ringing tones could only be the sound…
Night Market
I never text Ale because I never know where he is. It’s easier to wait and respond to his messages when he’s in town and calls me to do something.…
Forks and Knives
TRIGGER WARNING: graphic depictions of violence, blood, gore. My craft is forks and knives. The art of the butcher: The blade is part of you now. Handle smoothed by years…
Birthdays and Death Certificates
It should be raining. Days like today call for overcast skies and wet pavements. Yet the sun is shining, and I’m eating eggs Benedict topped with avocado. Why are there…
I Think, Therefore I Am
Frail, and already damaged, Nolan’s body remained limp. For the seventeenth time in his life, he awoke to his mother hovering above him, a large present in hand. His body…
Past Master
Welcome to the RockSnark music podcast with me, Nathan Pool, and no prizes for guessing it’s going to be about the late Gerry Solby, who died this week.
Restoration
I arrived early on my first day at Palacio Cardoso. The air was heavy with exhaust fumes. I crossed the street, shielding my eyes from the glare, and hugged the thin strip of shade provided by the buildings until I found a tiny café.
The Biology of a Mother’s Love
I love my mother, but if I ever see her again, I’ll kill her.
Perhaps I love my mother because of biology, but biology can be hacked these days, so who can trust that anymore?