Gritty truth sells nothing. This has to be the kind of sadness that afflicts interesting, successful people. Continue Reading In the Beginning Was the Word and the ...
He was old, his hair too long, too oily. He said he wanted my mum when he thought no one was looking, whispered it to her by the burgers and ...
But still he sends the needle down again, hesitates for a moment, letting it hover, making sure to get it in just the right spot. Continue Reading The ...
She keeps looking, searching for something that isn’t there anymore, but smiles at the same time, keeping a polite pace to the conversation. Continue Reading A fairly weathered ...
It is our Tuesday afternoon marriage counseling session. My pouring tears warm my face and I tell him I am sorting myself out. I turn to face him and finally ...
She’s not sorry, that much I know. When she’s walking away, I crack open the door of the box to get a good look as she slips out into the ...
Calendar reminds me: it’s been 24 years since my resettlement. I need the annual reminder that life wasn’t always this. The anniversary must be quickly processed; Continue Reading ...
I know there is no escaping this, and I know that before the next dawn, this dagger will cut through either his neck or mine. Continue Reading The ...
In your mind, you are a girl…Outside your mind, you are a young man going on his first date with a girl. Continue Reading Male or Female
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All gone. All quiet. A far distant grus grus then silence. He chews on, chews over his sense of estrangement, his speech now unconfident, self-conscious, swollen crumb to his tongue, ...
I stubbed out my cigarette and wrapped my arms around my legs, chin resting on my knees. Lefty draped his arm across my shoulders and said, “You think it’ll always ...
And, he shared all those stories, which I +++my heart and promised not to tell, unless 1) scientists cloned a goat, 2) Man landed on the Moon, 3) two guys ...
In Paris you do the sightseeing thing, you go up and down Notre Dame, up and down the Arc de Triumph and up and down the Champs-Élysées. Continue ...
This is the moment when I turn my head, and spy six pale, anxious looking women gathered around me. I frown at the first one who frowns back. Look again ...
I was sixteen and she was twenty, and she had dropped out of school six months before graduation. “It was time for me to go,” she would tell me. “I ...
Night had come, and she raised a glass to that dark island night and she felt her heart calm and her blood unfurl. Continue Reading Unfurl
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Art always wakes up before dawn on festival day. Has done for seventeen years and this year is no different. Continue Reading Outside the Wind Window
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November 5th, 2020, eleven weeks before the end of his term, of a bullet wound to the head fired as he addressed a crowd of supporters. Continue Reading ...
I am a rare bird. Almost extinct. There is no one to follow me and inherit my beliefs and practice. Continue Reading The Last Dervish
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An account of three lives spurred on by expression, creation and envy. Continue Reading Duets
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