Is it a revelatory outpour of inner monologue detailing one man's confusion on racial, political, and sociological identity, leading to violence and...

It was only a matter of time before we get here, deep unsettling irony, psychosexual abandonment, romantic antipathy and just a soupcon of background...

Much as I would love to read the entire Decameron, and one day maybe I will (when the sound quality is improved to the point where I no longer sound...

If I were a more professional podCASTresse, I might have added a subliminal background track to this story, and if that were to have happened, you...

It's true, it is, that Miette has bought something special to aid in her PodCASTing, though in the true ghetto style she so cherishes, she (or...

It's a lovely springtime afternoon, and you should be outdoors, at the park lazing about, not cramped inside looking for the cheap thrill of an...

Am almost too beat to read this evening, but like dear Mr. Neave, I press on. Enjoy a crackling, hoarse, stammering attempt to clamber through...

Crikes, in the haste of a working week I'd completely forgotten that despite not wanting to go straight to Calvino (because let's face it, everyone...

Here's a nice short one to make up for yesterday's nice long one. From Robert Walser, a master of the short-short story, and the closest anyone's...

This is both perhaps just-too-long and read by a just-too-tired head; maybe just assume the intent is to separate the yolks from the hen's asses......