From the Void I Saw Your Face by John Englehardt   Something is wrong with your marriage. What that thing is, you don’t know. It can only be clarified by petty grievances. The actual problem must be some singular misunderstanding buried under an old road you’ve repaved. You can’t navigate it because you don’t know how it used to look. For example, Casey has been leaving you at home while she goes to underground noise-metal shows with increasing regularity. There … Continue reading Sunday Stories: “From the Void I Saw Your Face”