Category: Fiction

    “I need your help, man. Gimme that.”      John Coree yanked the plastic, half-gallon bottle of Dark Eyes…

“I’m sorry, could you say your name for me again, please?” Mr. Grossman asked, not looking up from unscrewing the…

FADE IN: INT. PARKING GARAGE – LOT – NIGHT A fluorescent light flickers over the trunk of a car. CAMERA…

I could have laid my head against real silk, and not known the difference; her dark chocolate hair splashed over…

Once upon a time there was a man who had headaches everyday, and even into the night into his head. …

FOR THIS SEQUENCE WE ARE IN MA’S SCHIZOPHRENIC MIND: INT. HOSTEL BATHROOM – LATE NIGHT (MA’S MIND) We’re in a…

I’m sitting on the stoop of a church discussing subliminality with the Slovenian man I met on the street ten…

29      In the morning Don woke on Sarah’s couch, eased from sleep by eggs scrambling, sausage sizzling, and coffee…

We were waiting in line at the food bank when someone asked which economist(s) caused the current recession. But several…

My mother is an extremely tolerant person, but God help the human being who insults Jon Bon Jovi in her…