I wish we had met in Cairo. Instead, we’re shaking hands in a sweaty little hotel room in Tobruk five hundred miles up the coast. Call...

Larimer County, Colorado, 1924 Jonah Henderson did everything out of hunger. He was a shark, both with cards and his appetite, and his...

They called him the Saracen. As though he was first amongst thousands. And to me he was. But I knew him first as Durras. He found me on...

It took me close to a decade to visit my dad, and the old man couldn’t wait a two-hour flight to die. He gave it his best shot though,...

‘Nothing wounded goes up hill.’ Cormac McCarthy ACT I He was a survivor of the years that belonged to tequila. His complementary...

He pisses himself at half past one in the morning. The good news is we use the back of a drycleaners with an old fashioned washroom,...

Her heart stopped and I was only halfway through getting dressed. I looked up from my heavy boots, one set of buckles fully strapped the...

The sky was the colour of asphyxiated lips when he got the call. The woman next to him hardly stirred. His hand, clumsy and cold, gripped...

Cinder engines burn behind me. Ashes falling out across stars. I lean against the wall, feeling that steady, bronchial hum of machinery....

The form for love was laid out in front of her. Cheap stock paper that was a sickly pale white and the print rough enough to create a...