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.
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
(Big Lucks Books, 2019)
You can buy it from the publisher, or maybe even your local store! please don’t buy it from amazon though.
EXCERPTS
*these excerpts are pretty different from how they appear in the book, but they’re a good primer
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
”Sasha Fletcher, with his dream catastrophes & immense loves, can wand us into a new world. Here is a story that glistens.” - Deb Olin Unferth, author of Vacation