John George sat on a log. The Pacific Northwest stretched out before him in all its damp winter wonder; though he yearned to be somewhere else, here he was, stranded by the Department of Justice on this hectare of rain… Continue Reading
The boulder had trailed an inexplicably straight and solitary path along the flat, desert floor. It had then travelled a short distance at a right angle, and now appeared to be pointing to a building just visible at the end… Continue Reading
In 1974, when I was six and my brother, Alex, ten, we lived in a house on the edge of town; the land behind us belonging to a state park, which ran along the Sageeyah River for about a mile… Continue Reading
He waits until dusk. The hills blur into a haze of purple. A solemn pull in the air tugs at him while his hands, stiff from cold and years, move over his old mare’s coat. Whispered words tumble out more… Continue Reading
Whenever Kim came over, she asked for milk. She drank glass after glass, the white liquid glugging down her long throat. They only drank powdered milk at her house, Kim explained. My family was poor, but Kim’s dad had been… Continue Reading
9:50 AM Ali Calls won’t work. Somthing bads hpning on the plane. i thnk itsgoin ti crash I love you. ur face isall i c. rest is 4 T. pls correct + write out n letter. U’ll no when to… Continue Reading
When he didn’t get the promotion life became monotonous. He worked in ‘accounts receivable’, in a logistics company, on the top floor of a tall building. He was allowed one personal photo on the pin board at his workstation, so… Continue Reading
It was a shitty little black-and-brown joint squeezed into the leftover space between a sports bar and a gun store. People called it a hole in the wall. It was more like a hole in the ground, one you stumbled… Continue Reading
I could be late for the Ethics Committee meeting on the 12th floor of the hospital. Clearing security with my University ID, I am in front of the arriving elevator with two others. I nod to the new member of… Continue Reading
A late June crescent moon hung in the sky like a sickle as I strolled along North Ogden examining the pointed two-story homes that lined both sides of the street. Each one the same except for color, shrubbery, or an… Continue Reading