Sunday, July 12, 2026
Not raining. Fighting. Max thinks everyone is his best friend. Toby thinks Max is stupid. You know who is who. Max is lying beside me in the recliner. Minding his own business (for once). Toby, who has apparently…
The small, sunlit bedroom once filled with love, we shared passion, silence, refuge from the world. That bed held memories both tender and raw. Our relationship burned in the late summer’s heat. By autumn, I returned…
My mother always made brownies the day after it happened. It was the only time she baked, her way of apologizing, I guess. She refilled a container with them as we stepped over the crate of empty bottles, wine stain on…
His handgun out before him, the gunman ordered, “Give me your wallet or I'll blow your head off.” “Go ahead” The victim said. “I’m dying of cancer and I don’t want my family to have to go through…
The tire blows in the loading zone. A rider weeps into his phone, leaves one star, vanishes. My girlfriend says enough. The line goes dead.I walk to the library. Chairs are damp. Tall windows hold the grey. Paper smell…
We lived on coins, counting pennies and nickels before walking to the Episcopal Church off Locust Street for supper. There was joy in dropping our last quarter into the coffee can for the poor, trusting something would…
The ghostlight flickered with each pass on the catwalk above. Theatre workers swore they felt an entity at the precise spot where Fritz Kreider plunged to his death inspecting construction in 1895. Impresarios don’t…
He sank onto the bed, exhausted. “Maybe I’ll stop trying to change the world through music. I should just plan a regular concert...safe music...easier programs...” He muttered this as he fell into a deep, coma-like…
One late August afternoon, thunder rumbles. I dash and open the door, longing to see a damp porch and water droplets on blades of grass. Instead, I count eleven circles, tears of disappointment, sprinkled on worn…
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