I had it in my hand after I parked the car to return it to the library and it fell open to reveal poem-sized prose. Not prose poems, but short stories. Very short stories.
I can read this...is what I thought.
I have not been reading for a while now. These stories are whispers. Easily consumed though they take some time to digest. I love them for nudging me back in the reading saddle.
The slim volume is called Blue Has No South. And it's got a pretty, pretty cover.
P.S. I've been watching Peep Show. Very funny. Strong language. Cringes and oh no they didn't moments galore. You can watch on the website or Netflix streaming.
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