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,…
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,…
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…
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…
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;…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…