Tag Archives: James Steerforth

A few seconds in the mind of Cinzia

Posted on November 25, 2021 by James Steerforth

Should definitely get rid of the bird shit on the roof. Black really shows it. Probably some pigeon. But I always park here, and usually there’s no bird shit. It’s under a roof after all. But no time now, have … Continue reading →

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Why the geek slashed the carcass

Posted on September 11, 2014 by James Steerforth

Not being any kind of geek with a slasher past, this question is not easily answered. The police statement said there was no history of carcass possession, misappropriation or attempted purchase. Any connection with Jenny Cadaver, a distant cousin, could … Continue reading →

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Iridescent Amazons on Mars

Posted on April 5, 2014 by James Steerforth

The problem with these new ones is that you can’t slay them. They send out such a glare that they’re upon you before you know where to aim your PAIL*. It’s happened to me (I’m reporting from the nether world). … Continue reading →

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At a Roman bar, Tuesday morning

Posted on February 11, 2014 by James Steerforth

Hair washed and combed today, new shirt and pants, first time since Anna left. But still that downcast hostile glare at the world, caffè corretto and not a word except for ciao grazie. – James Steerforth (© 2014) 33 words … Continue reading →

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