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Jumping to Conclusions Charley moved to Portland to be with a woman he had virtually fallen in love with over the internet. The two had a mutual appreciation for indie films, micro brews, Thai food, and Bluegrass music. They picked out a sad-eyed pooch from the shelter and named it Humphrey. Charley thought he […]
July 9, 2018
Racism Flows Through It In the year 1964, Mr. Edgar Ray Killen, a young sawmill owner as well as a part-time preacher in small Baptist Churches in rural Mississippi, also clandestinely belonged to the local section of violent KKK-gang of white supremacists. That summer, Mr. Killen would learn about three youths, two white and one […]
July 2, 2018
The Immigrants Their third born, Christina would carry for three days dead. Dead. Dead; afraid they would be turned away before reaching their destination of Sao Paulo where two miles outside the large city work awaited them on a coffee plantation as a cheap labor force. “And what are you carrying in your arms, young […]
June 25, 2018
With Feeling Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t have accepted male students at his age. It would have been creepy. Teenagers were bad enough. But he had come recommended by a family friend, this erstwhile titan of Wall Street, recovering from a stroke, regaining his legs and his consonants. It was hard to refuse a healthy […]
June 18, 2018
Old Wiring Risa arrived at her mother’s. Her sister’s words from last night had settled on her skin like cigarette smoke. Stinking. Suffocating every pore with their toxins. Risa lived an hour’s drive away, but hadn’t visited her mother in months. Life has a way of making 45 miles a rigorous trek. Now, she needed […]
June 11, 2018
Demon She strode across the esplanade in that expectant hour just before dusk. The tedium of daily life lay heavy on her that evening, and as she walked she tried to shrug off the weight of malaise. Fog had begun to gather at the edges of the city; it wouldn’t be long before it reached […]
May 28, 2018
Deception 1:28 a.m. Looking at him, she was able to feel his guilt and remorse, but this was something mutual. She nearly hated him, but not as much as she hated herself. They were sitting at the kitchen table. No one had said anything in almost twenty minutes. The only distinct noise in the entire […]
May 21, 2018
Gumdrops Esther stood at the kitchen counter listening to the news on the radio and waiting for the kettle to heat on the stove. The weather report predicted that the oncoming snowstorm would be the worst of the winter so far. She looked outside the window as the gray, heavy-bellied clouds gathered over the treetops; […]
May 14, 2018
Mr Nice Around eight months after switching from bikes to electric Kivurz trikes things finally settled down. The new, wider wheels made the Kivurz more stable and so nobody was in danger of rolling one. Ross, the postie who’d stolen the wheel bolts was long gone. Post had told police about the theft and damage […]
May 7, 2018
Proven Points I hadn’t had a drink in fifteen years. No New Year’s resolution or intervention; no riot act, divorce, or DUI. No AA. I just quit. Lots of hangovers, lots of little embarrassments, not a few blackouts, some periods of moderation washed away by ruthless binges, and then I stopped. I was twenty-two. On […]
April 30, 2018
The Finger I was playing golf with my cousin Flab and my oldest brother Lenny who graduated from three penal institutions all ready. Flab, older than I, kept saying after every bad shot that that had been his fault and finally after hearing this a dozen times, I asked him whose fault did he think […]
April 23, 2018
Between Sleeps There was a hole in my ceiling, directly over my bed. I’d been awoken from a deep and nurturing sleep by a whooshing sound. Air pouring in through the hole made this sound. As I rubbed my eyes, I wondered if a meteorite had smashed through the roof. I live on the top […]
April 16, 2018
An Address Book It was small, just six inches by four, covered in brown leather, worn and cracked. I imagine it was handsome half a century ago. I found it in one of the cartons of small items my parents kept when they cleared out my late grandfather’s house. My mother had saved a […]
April 9, 2018
Oranges in Montenegro Blood orange sunset on the end of our little cul de sac, God she walks to me like a dream. Breezy wishes straight up her skirt, thinks of fistfuls of her flesh under my hands. To be with you is to forget all else. Every morning, I wake to a new entitlement: […]
April 2, 2018
Garlic Boy The screams and cries are loudest at night and aggravate the inmates who encourage the predators and fantasize about the fate of the prey. It isn’t long before “Om Mani Padme Hum” resonates throughout the cell block and peace replaces terror. It’s my final night after being incarcerated at Corcoran State prison for […]
March 26, 2018
A Piano Story She didn’t see the outline of his face. It was so big, a solid imposing mass just like the rest of his body. It appeared gray like all the others with almost no identifiable features except the ears and the long nose. Those comparatively beady eyes she never even noticed as looking at her. His tread […]
March 19, 2018
Pilgrim: Hinterlands That January, Alex bought a gaming console. He didn’t know why. He’d taken no interest in video games since he was a teenager, and now was not the time for a new hobby: Peter’s father had had a stroke on Christmas Eve, so that the past weeks had been consumed by grim phone […]
March 12, 2018
38 Marigold Penny the dispatcher sends me to 38 Marigold for that cute girl with the big tits who goes to the methadone van and back every day. A free ride and she’s always late. According to Joe, who is neither straight nor gay, just kind of asexual, she charges eighty bucks for a you-know-what. […]
March 5, 2018
A Sunday in a Market in Chichi Paul and Beth were on their way to Lake Atitlan, an ancient natural lake formed from the collapse of a volcanic crater in the highlands of Guatemala. They would decide to take a break at the small town of Chichicastenango (“Chichi” to the locals). It was a Sunday […]
Subtle Fiction 
July 16, 2018
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