Kester R. Park, Author

Don’t toilets glow in the middle of the night? I know it’s really because they’re white, but aren’t they such places of solitude? I mean it—...

Today, I learned more about the third (or past unreal) conditional, a grammatical structure I used to teach as of more than ten years ago. I...

On Monday morning, he awoke, not realising that the shambling unbeast was not under the bed. He thought there was plain old nothing under th...

Ever since I realised that the protagonist in Paul Bowles' The Sheltering Sky is named for the capital of Papua New Guinea: Port Moresby...

Imagine, then, another world, layered over this one, but separate and distinct, a slathering of peanut butter over tessellating pieces of ch...