NEET, Part 3

XXIX. Ben stomped out of the kitchen and into the backyard. His hand was shaking, he realized, as he drew a cigarette. He paced on the sidewalk in…


Linda

WHEN I GO TO SLEEP---I NEVER COUNT SHEEP---ALL MY DREAMS ARE ABOUT LINDA Dreams about Linda? No: more like nightmares about Linda! Dreams do not…


Psalm to Gun Violence (Ode to Mass Shootings)

Just for today (if only for a moment), I am free to rise…as daylight's rueful awakenings sparkle like awesome diamond clusters adrift clear blue…


The Manipulators

Rudely awakened by smoke inside and shouts beyond in the street, Austin struggled into his blue work shirt, stuffing wallet and keys into dark…


The Learning Question

Sitting at a two-people table, watching more than participating in the noisy office party, she looked up to see a man, drink in hand, pointing to the…


The Serpent

“The trap opened in a great big yawn and the light came shining in. Morning. Always one of the worst parts of the day. It’s sticky, stale, and it…


NEET, Part 2

XVIII. When he woke again, it was morning and the house was quiet except for rustling in the kitchen, the drip-drip of the coffee machine, and the…


Strange Rain

The memory returned with the speckled goose twenty yards long and a huge raised goose’s bill and face in profile, from the childhood nightmare in the…


A Further Conversation

This story is based on Egyptian mythology, Victorian fascination, and Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “Some Words with a Mummy” wherein his mummy…


My Shining Boy

On a cool breezy autumn night from the house down on the pristine white paved private drive came droves of teenage guests to a Saturday night…