Category: Fiction

The parking lot was full of lost souls.  Their footsteps crunched against hard, cold cement.  Hands shoved into pockets, fighting…

I can see by the way you’re looking at him that there is a sense of resentment, but let me…

The old guy wobbled around to the door. I knew he was there because the light darkened against the soap…

“The music is dead, Johnny.” Johnny looked surprised. He took a sip of beer. It caught him off guard. Johnny…

Tango of the Road Rage Drivers began on Yahoo! Voices with my first Road Rager on Long Island in 2004. …

Skies of crimson kissed the day good-night. The trees bowed as the rain fell. Leaves twisted in the air, screaming…

I am a stinking drunk, old, dissolute, grizzled, and unkempt — a writer. Like so many other decrepit desperadoes in…

WHAT LOVE IS While falling asleep on my belly with my face in the pillow, your hand casually rests on…

If someone had asked me how I would describe my life, I would answer with this.  My life is like…

The daughter was told that bad ears ran in her family. That’s why she was so close to her otolaryngologist…