Dream October 2012
I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...
Image Curve Blog
Time Travel; Before Change, Still Hope
Spoken Word Tight curls diligent enough to wrap around the idea of my finger large eyes soaking up the world like the biscuit Momma made; every last drop of gravy belonged to it like...
Small Talk 2 – Problems
Short Story It’s good, rather brilliant. You think so? It’s logical. I thought you would bring the coffee. I do. And now you are in our conversation. What I can’t have an opinion? You...
A Forgotten Sentry
Deep emerald maple leaves blossom on my neighbor’s tree. The trunk—in shadow—looks almost black. It casts little shade over the aging, clubhouse-swing set that my neighbor worked so hard to erect. The one no...
The Boy Who Cried Bacon
Short Story Rachel Steep, currently seated in a hunter’s green armchair across a mahogany table from her student, normally stands a full foot taller than the neurochem-wunderkind Irwin Twimble; granted this doesn’t say much...
The Human Comedy: Moses Went Down to George’s
Religious Comedy When Moses made it to George Bernstein’s Yom Kippur “Break the Fast” dinner at 6:00 p.m. — the time Facebook said it started — he was the first guest to arrive. “How long...
A Strange Occurrence At The Belmont Motel
Flash Fiction Fred Ferkel’s eyes thrust open to a dim-lit bedroom. He let them focus for a moment on the spinning ceiling fan and then carefully slithered out from the covers like a...
Small Talk 1 – Babel
Short Story You want another coffee? Yes. Two more coffees then please. Make mine long. Mine too. So two long? Americanos? No, not that long. Two regular long? Yes. What was I saying, ah...
