Water Towers
She’d been the literary one, not him, better he remain true to his musical talents. Don’t worry, getting by, haven’t forgotten you. Can’t. Wouldn’t know how.
A Good Read
When I made the discovery little over a week ago, I was far too excited to think in such rational terms. I had been foolish, addicted. I see that now.
Static
Promise yourself: If they catch you, you’ll deny it. Decide that you will play dumb. Practice seeming confused, insisting genuinely to an invisible supervisor that you were looking for a ...
The Shed
She takes to visiting the shed on a daily basis, constantly checking over her shoulder on the lookout for Lottie or James, hoping to snatch a couple of hours to ...
The Book of Children
One kid keeps having a nightmare about drowning. She hears a sound like something crumbling and opens her eyes. Cracks spread across the walls and ceiling.
Irene, I’m Waiting
We come into this as helpless faucets of overflowing salt ducts, eager and scampering, exhausting profusely to make sense yet never availing, barely scratching.
In The White House
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 ...
The Saffron Lover
This morning when Walter tumbled off a beribboned donkey halfway up the steep cobblestone path from the port to Fira he was embarrassed.
The Golden Calf
t was fall–when grassland starts to grey and brown and the sloughs and wetlands prepare for ice. The sounds of life get tuned down; frogs nestle in the mud, birds ...
Performance
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 ...
All Invisible From Where We Stand
Spandau, the most outlying and unexciting borough of Berlin, has earned some measure of fame for two things: providing Rudolf Hess with life-long free board and lodging, and for making ...
Boys Will Be – Levi Andrew Noe
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 Man With No Hands
The bar is dimly-lit yet I can still see his face laced with long, shoe-string tears.
Gettin’ Up
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 ...
Remaining Lost
She woke on the sand in the scorching daylight and tiptoed her fingers towards the gauze wrap of a woman dead beside her.
3 Words
A descriptive flash piece built of 3-word phrases.
Avoiding the Glue Factory
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.
Return of the Hunger Artists
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 Birds
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 ...
Pulling Teeth
Larry Fischer had a new bitters kit he wanted to try, the artisanal kind packaged with letterpress and pipette.