Category Archives: Psychological Realism

Word Count: 325 “No, it’s fine. I think you should go. It’s a great opportunity for your career.” So I said. But what I wanted to tell her was, Please don’t leave. I don’t think you’ll ever come back and … Continue reading →

Word Count: 372 There’s a certain moon that only comes up when a once-forever love has passed on. It’s a moon pale as the skin of a sprite, with shreds of fine fairy hair wisping in clouds trailing behind it. … Continue reading →

Word Count: 300 I hit a leaf one evening on the drive home from work. It was a maple, bright red with blood and I picked it up carefully and brought it safely back to my apartment. I tried to … Continue reading →

Word Count: 267 There’s a cluster of stars like a mouth full of old broken teeth. Shadows of cloud push at the giant black maw. An octogenarian’s mustache. It was decades ago, I remember, when I became friends with the … Continue reading →

Word Count: 276 Gray-bellied whales migrate the sky. Swallows like tuna follow their lead. The water is cut with the promise of a storm bringing rain. Her hair is the color of rust, like the first locust leaves of autumn … Continue reading →

Word Count: 374 It happens to all of us I am sure; that feeling of starting the car, pulling out the driveway, and driving without knowing where or why we decide to not go where we’re expected to be. It … Continue reading →

Word Count: 463 I’m listening for the howl of the fire alarm horn. For the rush of the trucks, sirens blaring. I am seriously worried I may have started a fire. It happened yesterday morning, running errands, making the loop … Continue reading →

Word Count: 340 There’s a line of cocaine on my dresser, left over from Saturday night. I walk through the bedroom picking up laundry. I always do laundry on Tuesdays. Since he left I don’t have to vacuum and dust … Continue reading →

Word Count: 133 It’s a worry I try not to think about. The onset of senility, the threat of dementia. It’s something I don’t want to face. Yesterday I sent two emails out on something I’d just discovered. Both replies … Continue reading →

Word Count: 388 There’s a man who lives in the corner of my eye though I can’t see him clearly. He’s more like the blur of a tear. I think I know who he is; a man I loved some … Continue reading →