My nephew flies a drone over my grandparents' empty house, over the orchard and empty barn, and past ... [+]
My nephew flies a drone over my grandparents' empty house, over the orchard and empty barn, and past ... [+]
When I get home from Sunday Service, I strip my pressed white shirt in the living room. I step out of my slacks. Peel off the tight black socks. I fumble naked for my dive skin, the black and blue ... [+]
There was an old painting in my grandparents' attic. Neither beautiful nor ugly, it simply depicted an empty room with no figures, an old living room with an armchair, library, and fireplace ... [+]