Category Archives: STORIES

You’re free to leave at any time, the woman at the meeting had told them.  And now as Art sat on his back step watching the unusually orange sunset slice the world in two, the words reverberated in his head.  … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just a blurb of inspiration in the middle of the day that had to be written down: At some point around middle age, which is somewhere around 45 to 55 these days of low cholesterol, low sodium diets and 30 … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"Does this mean," he said, "that you’re not going to die?" In just that way he asked, and in that same way, she answered. "Not from this, I guess." He hadn’t stopped his coming home from work ritual while he … Continue reading → Continue reading →

"I was sitting on the back steps like I do every morning, robe pulled around my bare legs, busy with a cup of coffee and the first cigarette of the day.  And I suppose, contemplating life–mine.  The man came up … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Just because I don’t know where to put it for now: "By August the river was running so high it threatened to wash over its sides onto the train tracks up on the east bank.  The bottom silt all stirred … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Dead of night, belly-crawling over slimy wet and sour-smelling moss and God-knows-what amphibious and reptilian life-forms that this evil country harbors in its netherworld of darkness.  If not for the bombs and ammo whizzing by that explode in bursts that … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Not good enough still haunts his days–and nights, when the sheets that shield him from the dark are torn to strips by nightmares.  And the covers keep him in but let in the sounds of all his life as well, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Clever is as clever doesand clever never really wasreliable,in estimation of itself. Jared’s single thought as he fell swirling down the hot red tunnel was that he should perhaps have done a bit more research in his life, given more … Continue reading → Continue reading →

She lit all twenty tapers with a long match from the pickle-colored box she’d bought along with the rose and burgundy candles at that little Indian specialties store over on Jackson Street where the owner and her daughter, both petitely … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Walking in circles all day; at night, I follow walls to find my bed. Continue reading →

The better part of June is over. There is change and sorrow in the air. He is prepared and waits with shallow breathing calm to meet the winds that blow the time a little bit beyond that of human understanding … Continue reading → Continue reading →

She chattered the half hour up there in the car. She wasn’t one who chattered, but one whose only time for small talk was with her father-in-law one meal a week. He was a man of no words at all … Continue reading → Continue reading →