Monthly Archives: April 2011

He only ever drills. There are three types of rock here and, just two weeks into his tour, he knows them again like old sailors knew the winds. The black rock is everywhere. It forms the walls and the ceiling … Continue reading →

When Francisco first brought me here – when the seaplane glided over the top of the island and banked hard, and I saw beneath me those pillars of tropical foliage rising improbably out of the turquoise water – I felt … Continue reading →

Gef was big. He had always been tall, but when he left his teens behind and took a life of inertia behind a computer terminal, he became broad too. Fat, his father said. Gef said it was the way he … Continue reading →