My father has always said we’re not Americans. Americans have presidents. We don’t. We were carted over here from a land far away and don’t know the way back, but ...
This morning when Walter tumbled off a beribboned donkey halfway up the steep cobblestone path from the port to Fira he was embarrassed. Continue Reading The Saffron Lover
But it wasn’t really a laugh. It was more like an ambulance siren than a laugh, all shrill and constant and loud, going “Ha ha ha” in a computer’s perfect ...
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
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
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. ...
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. ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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. ...
Amelia lies back against the cool cotton, splaying hands like white spindles. Continue Reading Red Letter Day
“It shouldn’t be exposed like this,” she’d whisper. “We’re supposed to be ignorant. It works best that way.” Continue Reading Breath
I dislike the shift in speed induced by Earth’s gravity, the subtle but recognizable odor of decay and the gust of freshened air that’s puffed into the spacecraft to mask ...
‘Yates types the names of the websites from the Visa bill and his browser is flooded with flesh. So many scenarios, inside, outside, by the pool, in a massage parlour, ...
‘He is lying on a tongue of a leviathan—sinking into the stomach lining of a whale. Swallowed whole. ‘ In the belly of a whale a man contemplates his own ...
A young boy in a tough neighborhood helps out an old lady, despite the dangers. Continue Reading Snoodles
On Friday night, Billy McDermiad crashed his car into a telephone pole, and left this world forever. Continue Reading Planting Billy
