KILLER by PHOEBE BRIDGERS. Story by Molly Jones.
There’s nothing the policewoman can do. My witness is the cloudless sky, and I know he’ll lie about it.
Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack. Story by Hugh Jones
Hugh Jones Wrest Point Casino, Hobart, 1982“I’m sure I could arrange it,” I said to Don McLean, without any idea where to find a horse, let alone ride one.
KIND OF A DRAG by THE BUCKINGHAMS. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
Craig Kirchner takes us to the drug store corner of his teenage years in Baltimore.
KNOWING THE ROPES by MICHAEL NYMAN. Story by Peter Kenneally
Even the woman in Gaslight Records had taken one look at me and seen right through it when I extended my lay-by for the fourth time.
LA BAMBA by LOS LOBOS. Story by Victoria Wells
In Askrigg, there is not much talk about happiness but there is much evidence of it.
LA CUMPARSITA, traditional. Story by Ann Banham.
Here I am sitting on one side of the dance floor with the other women; the men cluster together on the opposite side. I am waiting for a man to give me a cabeceo – this is a ritual where a man eyeballs a woman and imperceptibly nods his head.