The axiom ‘write what you know’ is a limiting one and fiction, I feel, should be about stepping […]
STORGY
Art Blakey: Music washes away the dust of everyday life. Watery blood probes the collar of Jenny’s t-shirt […]
Composing himself at the stairhead before descent, he groaned as he thought about it, exhaling audibly. The he […]
* Topless and potbellied, Elmer glugs on a beer. He is sprawled across the butterscotch sofa. Still, he […]
We stole our first vehicle at fourteen. It was our grandfather’s ’94 Chevy pickup, and Pete and I […]
* Reggie troops down the aisle, sweeping up the remains of a wilted bouquet. He pushes petals into […]
“Six-six-six – Heritage Close. This is the place.” The post-war bungalow was guarded by an overgrown caragana hedge […]
* Reggie spots Maria’s corn cart steaming on the sidewalk. He sees buttered cobs, silk, pails, root beer, […]
* Reggie waves to the receptionist. Jo Jo leans through the fingerprinted Plexiglas window. “Your father came to […]
“You’re up on points. Don’t be a dumbass.” Big Bill’s leathery hand slapped his son Billy upside the […]