I reflected, how strange… You would never think of going through another’s possessions. Death changes that. Some of mother’s books were — unexpected. Asimov, yes, and Tolkien, but Gore Vidal? How little we know. I opened the pages of her… Continue Reading
In the beginning, there was the worm and the worm was Rod. It wasn’t as if Rose didn’t know better, but Rod was supposed to be different. For starters, he was into astronomy. His favourite star was Betelgeuse and he… Continue Reading
Dillard had given up on living simply. What was the point when all of his pals from the good old days were already caving in? Just last week he went over to Mac’s for a beer and discovered him spread… Continue Reading
Her shoes lay in the sand behind her. She dipped her toe in the water and stared out at the horizon. “I know it sounds awful but it wasn’t actually that simple…” Her voice trailed off. She paused, sighed, and… Continue Reading
We were children, not lovers, but as we lay on the grass looking at stars, talking of angels, she took my hand and said that a moment can change everything. When I think of Sissy Zaleski, and I do now… Continue Reading
I am washing my hands at the beach cottage, when the phone rings. My friend Tess and I have come here to escape. We’ve come to cope with the issue neither of us plan to discuss. Right away, I know… Continue Reading
I’m getting married tomorrow. My mother calls, at ten minutes to midnight, to ask whether or not I am going to wear a dress. She’s drunk and the slur of her words pelts me through the phone line like wine-soaked… Continue Reading
“How’s New York?” Mama whispers, as she tries to claw away a tube from her face. “Fine Mama. Just fine.” I reply. “I did an interview last week for a chat show.” “An’ what great tings you gotta tell the… Continue Reading
In the watered down version of you, you are merely an acquaintance not the love from my youth. In this version, you are smaller with those thin hands that keep slipping through mine. And, yes, you still speak with a… Continue Reading
The lights are back on. I don’t guess it makes much difference outside right now but at least I can get back to writing. The market is a mess, soldiers everywhere, as if soldiers can do anything after the fact.… Continue Reading