On Thursday, 1 March, on Gottingen Street in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, Eyelevel Gallery opened its fifth re-shelving initiative, an exhibition of the newest holdings in the Eyelevel Bookstore.
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Fiction
I am waiting in the parking lot that faces the highway and it is snowing. A streak of cars flares past, heading west and into the night. Orange and red, then flurries into oncoming headlights. The cars move fast. Overhead, planes gesture towards the ground, the airport. I’m nervous.
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I discovered Blake Butler’s writing by accident. I was walking down a street in the Park Slope neighborhood of Brooklyn, which is where I think Moby lives, when I happened upon a box of books on someone’s stoop.
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flash fiction by Lacey Haynes photo by Julia Grummitt The leaves are pushing past and through the open hole. It has now been roughly two minutes since the bay window in the master bedroom blew in. A blast far more potent than the one dancing the leaves to and fro smacked the glass and ruptured […]
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He woke before her and, for a while lay, still. The sun was growing in the little room. It was warm and there was gold and dust trapped in the air. It was a Sunday and there was nothing to do. She was still asleep, the sheets white against her skin.
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