Fugitive Heart
At the anarchist's gathering. Suddenly, there's this girl with a hank of keys clipped onto the belt of her jeans which hang loosely on her narrow hips. She walks slowly,…
Love Will Not Break Us
Camouflage In a dream he takes a seat in the back row of a meeting room lined with folding chairs. He counts eight people including himself, none of whom he…
The Moment Had Passed
A storm blew inside his head the night he reluctantly decided to answer another personal ad. He had promised himself that he would not respond to any more; he was…
Comparison
On the outskirts of town, in a building that once contained small offices; an accountant, an herbalist, a criminal lawyer, there lived a fortune teller. She specialized in wine readings;…
Lint
He dumped her in a suburban basement. They had driven up from the South where she had been living with him and his sister. Sleeping on a screened-in porch with…
Space To Fill
It begins out there in space with a woman sketching memories filling empty space while the gods of scratch and unfinished stories cling to recycled hope. They pause at the…
This New Sun
I dream of a lonely urban strand beneath a barren sky. Through torn fences and empty yards, they appear. One by one, holding candles to the sun. Light the clouds…
Tunnel
It was summer when I found out that I am autistic. Last summer. I was 65. I had been wondering about myself for a long time. Thinking that maybe something…
Performance
Act One A performance in a large auditorium. The silence of opening night. Here I am centre stage, lights from above in my eyes. I'm holding onto my script with…
Table Two
The woman from the time machine is here. Hair wrapped in multi-colored cloth. Light brown Maxi dress. Platform sandals. Writing on scraps of paper at table two in this urban…