Fiction

Fiction
QE2

Den, this is Krik. I want you to do me a favor. I want you to get in touch with Clara. Clara is a very nice woman. Tell Clara I called. Tell her you want to talk to her about Rudy. She loves to talk about Rudy. She’ll tell you all about the Europeans and […]

Dec 16, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Death in Retrospect

by Someone Who’s Still Alive

Dec 1, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
St. Elmo’s Fire

        “I have scars as deep as the river Nile laced with thorns,” she sang.  He sat by the bay and draped himself in her pain.  “Tell me your story.”             “Satan forced me to drink his blood.  Broken glass and pointy edges.  I regurgitated heaven and he cursed me from then […]

Nov 25, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
looking for a light

on a dissatisfied girl thinking about times past

Nov 22, 2015
Fiction
Charles Darwin Selects

I didn’t go there to be a critic. I came to watch. That’s all. I wanted to be entertained and I was. I was entertained. And I thanked them for entertaining me. I gave them my time and my money. They shouldn’t have asked for anything else, but they did. They wanted my opinion. They […]

Nov 11, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Me and Jane

“It was a simpler existence with my Jane, my old barnacled gal, more free.”

Nov 10, 2015
Fiction
The Cameraman

The Cameraman: So this new actress we’re meeting today is she good? The Director: She’s alright. The Cameraman: She’s alright? She better be. You’re only here for a couple of weeks. You hired this actress. My camera wants to eat her up. I want to see what she looks like on the box.  The Director: […]

Nov 9, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
1667 – #1

One I got it this time, I swear, look, try this card, there’s money in the bank, it’s gotta work.” I hear Julia through the wall, yelling at whatever company she’s yelling at, trying to buy something or other. Strange, really, that she keeps buying things. Or maybe she’s not buying things. Maybe she’s trying […]

Nov 7, 2015
Fiction
The Devil Came From Kansas

Warren Z. Lowenbrau fell in love at least once a week. This week her name was Lexy. Met her at a Christmas party. He was walking out as she was walking in. Lexy grabbed him by the lapels and said, Damn, mister, you look tight. He told her to get in his Rolls-Royce. Without her […]

Nov 7, 2015
Fiction
O Captain! My Captain! (Original Alternate Ending/Dead Poets Society/Dir.Peter Weir/1989/Touchstone Pictures)

Thank you, boys. Thank you. I appreciate your show of solidarity. But you’re a little late. I’ve already been fired. So your gesture, while appreciated, is futile. And I think you all know that. So excuse me if I’m not treating this moment as confirmation of the indomitable human spirit. You’re all a bunch of […]

Nov 5, 2015