Record Keepers

do we even know he can read?

Clutching a refillable lighter with a picture of a dog on it, a lighter filled with potential; "happens to the best of us I know"

rescuing your winter boots with tissue taped to the insides of your disabled shoes to sooth the summer callous. up and down hills our town is very pretty to prop up the bar like the old days

"gods who crawl up six flights of stairs just so they can climb into bed with the insincere wish for a little pet, a little crossbreed even, something just to whisper in their ears and dance about to keep them entertained"

I think in a way it's a question of conflict, of the onset of surprise. Naturalists who suddenly 'go crazy and start killing whales'. Makes you question their motivation...

even pretending to be seamus heaney can win you prizes sometimes