Magic Carpet Ride by Mike Berger
Magic Carpet Ride Whirling and dancing; it was a magic carpet ride. Mounting to the sun, the carpet twists and…
Magic Carpet Ride Whirling and dancing; it was a magic carpet ride. Mounting to the sun, the carpet twists and…
The promise of February was the soft green below my feet. Cool cement kissed my bottom, and hands fell through…
“I need your help, man. Gimme that.” John Coree yanked the plastic, half-gallon bottle of Dark Eyes…
There is an old parable about a man in a lighthouse, but I have forgotten how it goes. It begins,…
“I’m sorry, could you say your name for me again, please?” Mr. Grossman asked, not looking up from unscrewing the…
1 I feel suspended in you now, silent. Bare. Jangling in the cleft between your ribs. The cold is like…
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…
When I met Tech, as his road manager referred to him, he was writing notes for his show, which was…
“The drug war is not to protect the children, save the babies, shield the neighborhoods, or preserve the rain forests.…