For seven years, dead girls came to my office.

"Right," said Julia, all of a sudden, "You're on your own now..."

Suddenly red ink flows from my pen. Startled, I assume it is blood, but then realize it is the color of the moon...

A night in with pizza and videos for a group of twentysomethings turns into much more.

Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.

The tale of King Twilight and his two daughters happened a long time ago. They ruled over a stunning northern country named Celeste.

The 40-Year-Old Marigolds” is a personal essay that ties gardening in childhood to the present day. It has themes of family ties, nature, nostalgia, and the bridge of place and time.

Taking in my garden, the wild space surrounding it, full of Spanish grasses and the song of a meadowlark echoing over it, I realized, not for the first time, that I had been very fortunate in the place I lived as a child, some forty years before.

My ex-girlfriend is there when I get home from work. I find her sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy knickers and one of my old shirts, rolling a fag in front of the TV.

There’s all these picturesque poems, anecdotes about scattering loved ones’ ashes. Things meant to be profound, symbolic.

“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.

That wasn’t the third thing I did that made me look suspicious. It was the suitcase.

Zena could hardly believe that she was on a plane, gazing down over the North Island. Everything she knew about New Zealand came from Luke’s photographs and postcards: sparkling lagoons, snow-capped mountains and silver ferns.

Corporal Earnest Goodheart is crouched in a ditch on the edge of an orchard between Dunkirk and De Panne. It’s 28th May 1940, just a day into the evacuations.