Monotone by Andrew Sweeny

“Monotone like relentless rain on Paris rooftops, like the suburb trains that all arrive at Gare St.-Lazare, and the masses of humans going into the underground, monotone like work, sex and time. Monotonous like daily life, human obscurity, human love. Monotone: for a time of violent obscurity, a purge of …

The Kid Strays

The Kid Strays. He wandered to the edge of town as the first light was just coming up beyond the ridge. Starlings trembled in a slush of leaves by the roadside. Far behind him now a cradle of love swayed almost imperceptibly in a bower of deep deep green. The morning …