A Ghost of Eurydice

by Adam Wilby James watched as the last of the group departed from his pub, the door closing behind them almost in time with Kirsty McColl as she exchanged reminiscences with Shane MacGowan of the Pogues. Now that they were gone the bar was now empty and he wished them a safe trip home. The wind could...

Parataxis (First Exercise of the 4 AM Breakthrough)

Parataxis   You can’t.   Mom.   Really.   He’ll do it again.   He’s a bastard. A real A-Hole!   Seriously.   Mom.   What are you thinking?   Re-Marriage? Next Saturday? That’s ridiculous.   Don’t you listen?   Didn’t you see the porn in his closet?...