this is maybe best described as a novella-length prose poem written in the summer of 2009, in south philadelphia, at the age of 24. this version has been out of print since 2013.

this is maybe best described as a novella-length prose poem written in the summer of 2009, in south philadelphia, at the age of 24. this version has been out of print since 2013.

when all our days are numbered marching bands will fill the streets and we will not hear them because we will be upstairs in the clouds

(mud luscious press, 2010)

*this version has been out of print since 2013, i don’t have any more copies.

PRAISE

“My advice: those who are to read Sasha Fletcher's delightful enjoinder WHEN ALL OUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED should go into an empty house of an afternoon, shut themselves in a backroom closet on a low shelf, & read straight through without stopping.” - Jesse Ball, author of The Way Through Doors

”Sasha Fletcher belongs to a new generation of writers who dare to risk language & imagination in equal measure. Every sharp line cuts & curls & the result is a world both familiar & exotic. This novella is part concept album, part epic poem, part twisted fable. A dream & a flood.” - Ropert Lopez, author of Kamby Bolongo Mean River

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