Short Story
Practicing Disappearing.
All week she has watched the river rise. It has rained and rained and the rain, having nowhere to go and nowhere better to collect, finds its way off the hills and into the river, which swells and grows and becomes discontented now with only flowing one way, not wishing to find itself at the […]
God Bless You, Mr. Trout
In honor of Kurt Vonnegut’s 94th birthday, a reunion with an old friend.
The Night of the Fisher King
In the old days they used to lock up the ref in the pigpen during each and every game. Now, they usually just beat him up and throw dogshit at him. J.F.K once said that a man can never stop loving the place where he grew up. This is not true. J.F.K never said such […]
Where is home?
He found himself staring down the same street he had left five minutes ago. Or was it? Growing up in the area had meant knowing every nook and corner by heart and it wasn’t something he thought he would ever forget. However, that was 25 years ago and as they say – things change. Finding […]
The Thawing of the Human Body
When you wake up after decades asleep, nothing’s the same.
The Silent Porch
When the man sat down on his porch, overlooking the ocean, he heard the birds, trying to discover unknown musical notes. Far in front of him the water tried to reach the dying sun. He wondered if the sea had a desire to become gold. All of his life, he had been a fisherman, traveling […]
