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;…
What Is Forgotten
He tried to take her life. Not her living body life; the breath, skin and bones. He needed these intact. It was more life as she lived it. The mechanisms…
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
One summer morning over breakfast Arlene, Max’s wife of twenty-five years, announced that she was planning to have an affair. “Who plans to have an affair and then tells the…
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…