“Every mother can easily imagine losing a child. Motherhood is always half loss anyway. The three-year-old is lost at five, the five-year-old at nine. We consort with ghosts, even as we sit and eat with, scold and kiss, their current corporeal forms. We speak to people who have vanished and, when they answer us, they do the same. Naturally, the information in these speeches is garbled in the translation.” PeopleYearsChildrenFormMotherThreeLostSpeakLossAnswersHalfFiveImagineInformationKissingSpeechLosingCurrentsMotherhoodNineGhostFive YearsThree YearsTranslationsFive Year OldsThree Year OldsLosing A Child Book:Black Glass: Short Fictions Source: Black Glass: Short Fictions
“You can’t imagine the white-hot fury someone who can’t sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.” BeautifulSleepWhiteImagineHotDreamerFuryCan't Sleep Book:We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves Source: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
