Box | Christopher Moylan
Tell me how it gets started, this sudden fashion for a drug. It’s more than a fashion, it’s a kind of chemical chain letter, a telepathic group think on the mos...
Tell me how it gets started, this sudden fashion for a drug. It’s more than a fashion, it’s a kind of chemical chain letter, a telepathic group think on the mos...
I was only seventeen – this was back in the seventies. My first job after leaving school was in the menswear department at The D.I.C. on Lambton Quay. A bit of ...
Unzip the door. Breathe. Remember to be quiet. Make no promises. Try your best to say the right name. This is not the best place for monogamy and you know it. S...
1. Johnny Keggler was sure of lots of things. That The Villa would win, for one. That a real man lived by a nickname – like his own, Keggs. Most of all he was s...
Sitting in my truck, I remember the scar on your hand. I remember how it was revealed by the sleeve of your sweatshirt scrunched up against my side as your arm ...
In my senior year of college, I was given my own art studio. It was a small room, with a worktable, a chair and a stool. Its best feature was an ivy-framed wind...
The one night, Sam and I are pretty drunk on the Champagne Of Beers. We aren’t really talking or anything, But the silence is cracked open like an egg When I fo...
Andrew’s mom’s Volkswagen ground over the loose gravel as we pulled into an unmarked space in the far corner of the lot. Before Andrew even switched the car off...