In the overgrown, ripening summer, four boys, elementary age, chase the day away. It is that magic hour, right after dinner, just before the dark comes and beds call. ...
The bar is dimly-lit yet I can still see his face laced with long, shoe-string tears. Continue Reading The Man With No Hands
Clifton New Jersey sits some twenty miles from Manhattan New York, but the bucolic suburban neighborhood I grew up in, namely Allwood, Clifton NJ might as well be ten thousand ...
She woke on the sand in the scorching daylight and tiptoed her fingers towards the gauze wrap of a woman dead beside her. Continue Reading Remaining Lost
A descriptive flash piece built of 3-word phrases. Continue Reading 3 Words
I want to stop and ask for an explanation, but that isn’t an option because gravity and target workout pace dictates when I can stop. Continue Reading ...
The old ways were coming back, too. Old tastes. Religion. Cigarettes. Casual racism, masturbation and chastity belts, and long, long fireside stories told on frigid winter nights. ...
At the café in the gardens, I order a coffee and a date muffin from the waitress. The sun shines down on the climbing roses. An assortment of reds and ...
Larry Fischer had a new bitters kit he wanted to try, the artisanal kind packaged with letterpress and pipette. Continue Reading Pulling Teeth
The right leg kicks the football. The heart beats. The lungs breathe. The mouth opens. These actions belong to a body that used to belong to a girl. ...
What could be an endless ocean lay at the prow. Where the deep rosewood deck ends the dark water begins. Continue Reading End of the World Music
There were words strewn like spilt cereal all over the kitchen floor that morning, piles of subjectivity to be pushed aside before breakfast. Continue Reading How Much ...
Every year, they arrived overnight—hulking beasts of steel, purring in anticipation under the harvest moon. Their shoulders jutted over the trees. Continue Reading Carnival
I wasn’t expected to live long. Born in the shadow of a great war, it was casually assumed I would perish in the next. Continue Reading My ...
The sky had slipped from bold in its blueness to a softer pastel, its pink-tinged glow reflected in the limpid sea. The local fishermen were busy at the far end ...
I didn’t even hear him come in. Just walked into the kitchen and found him sitting splay-legged at the table, cleaning his nails with a tiger claw threaded onto a ...
It was difficult for Myra to chop vegetables without the knife she’d driven into her husband’s back. Carrots, potatoes, onions, all ready on the worktop, but her good knife was ...
She didn’t like the way he was staring: that bald, red-nosed old ‘gentleman’ in the tweed waistcoat. Respectable as you like, but for the hawkish look on his face. It ...
Orla started seeing Dan in secret. Hotel afternoons. Dan the man, was well off. Orla, not so much poor as unpractised in the pleasure of spending money, luxuriated. ...
Kamelija meets her at the little airport in Zagreb. She is driving a beat-up VW Passat with no driver’s side mirror. They squeeze Elise’s suitcase and bag into the trunk, ...
