By Sam Grieve Honeymouth The first climb he suggests starts on the Pipe Track. She meets him near the lower cable station. This is before the cable car is redone, before the city reintroduces itself to the world. The old cable car is a rectangular, white box. A thousand feet…
by Richard Bentley You haven’t heard of me yet, but my name was once linked to a poet named Edward Starling. Starling gave me a brave name, some stanzas, and a few similes. Starling and I were ambitious. He wanted to be a famous poet, and I wanted to be…
by Richard Bentley We were arguing about something, but who can remember. She kept wiggling her finger under my chin. “Listen, sweetheart,” she said, “I can get away from you anytime I want. You better get that straight. I can leave anytime. I can go back to work. We’re only…