I didn’t realize I had been lonely for so long until I stepped out of the Brussels Airport …
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the blue crab my father wasn’t interested in tennis or painting or gardening the only hobbies that interested him were ones that could make you money my father …
Poetry
The 21st century artist faces a balancing act between integrating with society and all that this entails— email notifications, insurance payments, twitter addictions, and so on— while simultaneously aspiring towards …
Interview
Josef performed as a spry 79-year-old social drinker. The town of Chico considered him a local hero because …
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pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
Poetry
Daylight, bright but not too bright, like it is on a cloudy day, a soft white with bluish …
Short Story
On the drive home, NPR is talking about the earthquake in Turkey. It’s been all over the news for …
Short Story
Anytime he sees a magnet, he runs his finger over its surface and glances at me. A boy …
Short Story
In seventh grade, the year President Ford pardoned Nixon, Vinny and Lou asked me for help. A request …
Short Story
The Beach Smooth grey pebbles lie among the shingle like sea eggs on hard orange and yellow chips of glass Only the high spring tides wash up to …
Poetry
La Diva La Diva Who is La Diva not you bathrobe between the legs in the shards of shattered mirror stuck in tufts of red shag but La …
Poetry
Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
Poetry
Nick Flowers was a fifty something loner, a dreamer who slogged through life with a Tom Waitt’s song in …
Short Story
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
Poetry
An Almost Miss Gripping our raft, with rope burns, blistering hands, under a blinding, searing sun. We float along a churning river, while Father Time draws a constant line and …
Poetry
On New Year’s Eve they met on a notorious street corner that was familiar to her. They might …
Flash Fiction
My dad’s brows knitted in displeasure. As our guest, he curbed his temper, choosing instead to embark on …
Flash Fiction
The AC for the Judicial Annex to the Proudie County Hall and Public Records Building was on the fritz. …
Short Story
There are always leaks. Sometimes during the early morning, Patrice’s skin seeps through every pore, even before Jacques …
Short Story
I am at the bottom of this bottle but love is nowhere to be found. The rocks spiral in the glass, illuminated by morning sun shade on me fool me …
Poetry
He climbed the steps of a multicolored storybook Victorian house and shuddered. David Benson was worried about how …
Short Story
So on the eleventh or twelfth day finally get out to the street action carrying a small burst of …
Essay
Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
Short Story
I didn’t know it was you until it wasn’t. I didn’t know pain until you left me, face down, wallowing in a deep ocean of my tears You …
Poetry
The keeper of my heart and fallen dreams; the tormentor of my shattered soul I need you to stop erecting mansions of doubt in my mind ... to …
Poetry
I must ration my (affections for you so I do not gorge myself on heartbreak (all in one sitting. I must spoon feed myself morsels of time, so …
Poetry
He thought he knew these people. Through the lens of his cracked shield needing a wash to better shine …
Short Story