Time for Us
Short Story John spoke with his back to Danny, but met his eyes in the mirror. “I don’t want to play the hits, I want to play what I want to play. Jesus it’s been...
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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eight
Short Story “Bathroom,” Jennifer quipped, jabbing a finger in its direction. “Gonna go. Real quick. Okay?” Alex looked around awkwardly. “You… You don’t need to ask permission. You can just go.” “Yeah. Right. I...
Sand – Part Four
Serial Fiction I clocked out about ten minutes after I clocked in. Maddy and me tried to keep conversation, but the air was a little to heavy for that. We mostly just rode the...
The Man Who Can
Poem You run a bath for my return I take out the bins I forget half of all I yearned You remember little things You have the eye, the finer touch I engage in...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Fourteen
Haibun Fourteenth Day: August 31, 2013 We sit on the swing overlooking Rum Runner’s Hideaway. The mountain reservoir sits still in the late morning. We await the opening hour when Mira notices that the...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Seven
Short Story Alex emerged from the bathroom at just the right time, drying his hands on his apron. Wendy and Jennifer broke their conversation and turned their backs on one another. He stopped in...
The Red Butterfly, Part Three – That Is Why You Are Here
Short Story I sat at a table to the right of the stage. From this angle, nothing is hidden from view. That is, nothing that mattered to me. The audience members who face the...
Mind Garden
Poem A day of cold, And I’m chilled to my bones. Every rafter of my snow-shocked brain Tinkles with pinnacles of frost: Glass too cold to touch, Each lobe a frosty forest Except the...
Sand – Part Three
Serial Fiction Madeline and I have been friends since middle school, sometimes more and sometimes less. After my discharge, I spent more than a few months drifting around Chicago, getting drunk when I felt...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family: Part Six – Arianna
Short Story June 20th, 2015. Ari’s Room. …That’s dumb. “Five minutes. Just talk about your day or something.” “…Alright. it’s there if you need it. I’ll be with Darcy.” Have fun. [pause] End Recording....
Animal Dilemmas – Penguin Polar Bear
Short Story The Polar Bear’s stomach didn’t find rest through the night and the Bear vomited inky black in the morning. The zoo keepers were alarmed. They caged the bear and transported it to...
The Smuggs Chronicle, Part Thirteen
Haibun Thirteenth Day: August 30, 2013 Mira and I make our last trip to Stowe this season. We eat a sumptuous homemade salad before beginning our walk along the Stowe Path. The sun scorches...
