Tag Archives: Daniel Bennett

I stopped attending church once we moved to the town, but the portion of time it had occupied felt unrealized and almost obscene. I had explored the river. I had ridden my bike across the rape fields at the back of our house, and found another patch of ground where turnips grew in regimented rows. […]

She touched the dead. Muller told me. I would spend my weekends on a chrome BMX, riding the channels of the old river. Orange earth, dust from powdered sandstone. A broken up mill. A red bow and arrow, stolen by a boy who resembled Popeye. The shallow water like bitter tea. Red cranes on the […]