Old Paper
I often open Samuel Beckett’s More Pricks Than Kicks, raise it to my face, close my eyes, and inhale. The pages are as pungent as a dry old asiago. I stole the book from a guest house in Mexico. . . .
Brick, a literary journal
Brick
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Toronto, ON M5S 2Y4
Canada
I would like to be a writer who, if I cannot convey things in themselves, captures the air as it touches the world. — Kyo Maclear