OUR CATEGORY : Ellie Csepregi

Friday’s Walk

It is dusk, I am alone walking past trash, poor, cracked driveways, the smell of jasmine in the air. A stark lawn…bare brick porch one metal chair. A brittle man waves; toothless, his eyes gleam. In his life, he has weighed rubies, bitten earth, his skin dark leather, he has been tortured, pissed on. He […]


Mara makes muffins on Sunday at 4 a.m. – still drunk, abandoned Yells at invisible trespassers shows them a map directs them to dark, lurid places – points to her heart where it was sliced. Sunday afternoon, she calls us. The muffins are split with fruit coarse flour, raw sugar, sour milk kept warm under […]