Brian Evenson

I wonder sometimes how much of what I think I know is embroidered falsely upon these images, is my mind working with what it was given to create another, fuller, more promising world.

A twelve?”
“That’s right,” said Gous, then rattled off in a schoolboy’s voice, “Leg, toe, toe, toe, toe, toe, left arm, finger, finger, ear, eye, ear.”

A twelve?”
“That’s right,” said Gous, then rattled off in a schoolboy’s voice, “Leg, toe, toe, toe, toe, toe, left arm, finger, finger, ear, eye, ear.”