Your husband is asleep, as he has been every night of your long marriage, you awake, a peri-menopausal insomniac, roaming the house for answers that aren’t forthcoming:...
“Come look at this,” Morton said. Sharon left her cubicle to look at Morton’s computer screen. “The chicks were missing from nest c27 this morning. I downloaded...
He was fifteen minutes late. She took a sip of her virgin cocktail wishing she still drank. The revolving restaurant showed her the city skyline and the...
Youth was a grand farmhouse on a hill, surrounded by fields of long grass and crops that spread in every direction for miles around, under the clearest...
The air was thick but cool on lonely Seagull Street in Camden, New Jersey. While crickets and cockroaches were the scourge in surrounding cities, gunshot and glass-breaking...
There is something in the glass house that she cannot see. With each night passing, she walks down the glistening sidewalk, between panes of grass, under the...
When did I start looking backwards instead of forwards? When did the detritus of life that has been and gone – best friends, back gardens, strict teachers,...
Life turned around for Frederick Dorn in 1983. Tides shifted; planets realigned. His rich old friend, Preston Saxby, appeared at Dorn’s lowest ebb to offer a Manhattan...
I still call him Daddy, even though I’m thirty-eight. He walks into the living room wearing his trench coat. I eye his bare, hairless calves and his...
They stood inside the broken iron gate and looked at the stones. Many lay rigid on the ground, but others projected upward: some straight, some listing at...
The bar is the type of kitschy you find within a five block radius of Times Square—faux-weathered beach signs (No Shoes No Shirt No Service) and billboard-like...
“It’s twenty-two hundred hours Eastern Standard Time on Sunday, the 27th of June. Coming to you live from the Bunker of Truth located on the bottom floor...
Sarita wiped the grime from the bathroom mirror, tied her hair back and rejoined her son Jesse in the lobby that smelled of diesel, processed fruit and...
Freddy was an ordinary lad. He went to school every day, did his homework as diligently as any of the bumfluff-lickers in his year and attended his karate...
Like many wars, this one began with a simple miscalculation. “Here, kitty kitty.” Evvie stepped outside onto the bristly brown welcome mat that said “Rental Sweet Rental.” In...
Something’s bugging Ackerman this morning. But he doesn’t know what it is. But it’s sure pulling at him. So here’s the picture. Ackerman’s sitting at his desk...