Tag Archives: Kaye Nash

The Man of Many Faces

has been left by her, lost himself, but he talks with cocky certainty; he claims that his personality has evacuated him. Perhaps he is just going through the motions of having one. He’d had passport troubles, he said, partly because … Continue reading

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Demeter

My mother is dismantling a pomegranate. We may have left it in the bowl too long; there are a great deal of brown and squashy seeds. We meant to eat it long ago, but it has been such a week, … Continue reading

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