At the trial I decided to represent myself. My testimonial ran as follows: Over the course of the first year of their marriage, somewhere in the east, I’d gouged out her eyes with my trusted knife and I think the … Continue reading
Before I knew what had happened, I’d gouged out her eyes with my trusted knife and stuffed the sockets with little bits of mangled fox. Whilst this superfluous act of gristly decoration might not have helped my case later on … Continue reading
I’d like to think of that as a sort of overture to my story. A dumb show, if you like. But there’s much more to it, and I think I’ll show my self to have been even dumber than this … Continue reading
I dare not put what I am most afraid of into words. In order for it not to overwhelm me it must remain nebulous and unacknowledged, forever at arm’s length from my conscience. In as much as I am willing … Continue reading
Dear Karen, Thank you for your last letter. It was greatly appreciated. Though it is tempting to reminisce about our past correspondence in more detail, I am aware of an audience also looking over your shoulder who might not be … Continue reading
Dear Uborkites, I am disappointed that none of you have yet taken up my challenge from yesterday. Perhaps it was my disagreeable humour. Or was it that you too had to pick up the kids from school? Come on now, … Continue reading
Dear Uborkites, Given that you are all to some extent or another committed writers, I am aware that I am preaching to the converted. Nevertheless, the ill about which I intend to write inflicts even myself. Since “letters” are this … Continue reading