Thank you all for your patience as I work on getting this old beast migrated to a new webhost. I had hoped everything would be done before September, but unfortunately there are still a few more steps to take. We… Continue Reading
Lotus was sitting on the old bridge the land cars had used to cross the Ganges a hundred years before. She sat fearlessly on the crumbling old metal structure, her legs dangling out a rusted away gap. She was swinging… Continue Reading
The police detective opened the car door and stepped firmly into the puddle. He trotted out of the puddle into a singularly damp snowdrift. Cursing, he slogged onto the path where he waited for the sergeant to walk around. The… Continue Reading
Emran watched the shadow of the great Blackfish crawl over the parched earth towards him. “Finally. This is it…” Emran muttered, shifting from one foot to the other in unbearable anticipation. The watching crowd behind him echoed his agitation, and… Continue Reading
When I arrive, the gray-haired woman is pacing the lobby, hands folded behind her. Long, frizzy waves trail the length of her spine. I stand at the plexiglass window by the entrance, where I’m checking myself in, and I try… Continue Reading
The massive metal door stood before him. Engraved on it were scenes from around the world, windswept plains and towering mountains, sprawling cities and rural villages. As his hand pushed it open, Arlan admired the engravings. He was an adventurer,… Continue Reading
I’m trying to make the dead fit on one page. A wheelchair handle is cropped. In the photo of Maude wearing a pink lei at a cookout, the mountainous background gets a buzzcut, a tight green fade. My mouse drags… Continue Reading
Silence dripped from the maples in the back yard, drifted down like snow, was stirred by a passing breeze and pooled around the feet of the boy, slowly climbing his ankles, trying to hang on. He shuffled his feet, trying… Continue Reading
They shot the tiger on his chain in a field behind the cages. A giant Bengal, with paws the size of tree stumps. Even lifeless, his body rippled with muscle and sinew. Flecks of gray tarnished his orange and black… Continue Reading
The rabbi tilts his neck so that his forehead rests in his one hand. What have I done? He tries releasing this tsuris, this distress, through his fingertips into the air, through his toes into his worn black shoes. He’s… Continue Reading