Laura Stortenbeker

They say, Vic believes in God now, but I don’t buy that shit. How could you? I’ve seen your face filled with ecstasy, the boundless kind, the sort that came from ripping through the dark out of our minds, lights on the overpass, a bright cobalt colour. I remember, back at the house, how the […]

An evening walk in the gardens, a cigarette rolled for a friend—I had never thought of these small intimacies as ceremonies until they were no longer possible.

It’s a slow violence that unfurls at twilight. The streets are meant to be mean but they look sleepy, they look blue. Mackie said it to me through a mouthful of blood, ‘You’re not gonna tell anyone, yeah?’ He was only over because he was upset, fists urgent on the door at 2am. Took him […]