Short Fiction
GOODBYE DICK His birthday gift to her, a set of full tang stainless steel kitchen knives, lay strewn about on the counter. He lay on the floor, his penis in her left hand. A peculiar thing, she thought. It can grow and squirm like such an altogether separate entity of the body. Its ability to …
When I was younger, and in a particularly stressed moment of life, I drove all night just to touch the ocean. I held a vision of standing on the beach, letting the ocean surf touch my ankles and toes while I reach down and slap/pat the ocean with an open hand the way one might …
The garage was converted into a living room; years before Michael sat on the sofa in there, reading the dry inky pages of a celebrity gossip rag. Grandma Jude and her boyfriend Carl, sat at the dining room table. Carl smoked Winston’s and drank from cans of Budweiser. Grandma Jude smoked slims and drank diet …
The moon was amber and big. Real big and close, seemingly a jet plane ride away, the night I put my hands around your throat. There in the middle of that bar on Capitol Avenue. It was so cold that night. You had just loosened the yellow cashmere scarf my mother had given to you …
When I opened my eyes, I was standing naked on the pale concrete floor of a massive, unlit and bleacher-less arena; among thousands of other naked men and women. A sour aroma of unbathed and worn-out skin filled the edges of the air. We all faced a distant stage, as yet no one had taken. …
