Somebody once said graveyards are filled with indispensible men—the same is true for indispensible women. I was indispensible once but that was when women in trouble came to me with coat hangers. Yes, in my own mind I was...Read More
“The countries we long for occupy a far larger place in our actual life, at any given moment, than the ordinary country we happen to be in.” Marcel Proust He was embarking on a journey to a faraway place, an undiscoverable...Read More
Lori puts aside the stack of papers she has been marking at the kitchen table, yawns, and gets up to look for her backscratcher. It’s that darn itch between her shoulder blades, just a fraction of an inch farther than she can...Read More
While Willie watched football on a Sunday afternoon, Annette went to the grocery store because they were both on a diet and there was nothing safe to eat in the house, “Life is a diet,” Willie said. “It is if you want to keep...Read More
When Vietnam took all the boys and splayed them on the evening news, a boy, like most boys emulating most men, but especially in uniform, I was smitten with TV shows on World War Two, diluted versions without the gore, without...Read More
“Scares the wits out of folks, Celeste Harrison does.” Mrs. Percy was reporting the daily news to Mr. Percy, who was trying to read the daily newspaper over his morning coffee. “Are you listening to me, George?” “Mmm hmm.”...Read More
Se’rov woke suddenly as the daylight slowly died behind the western mountains. The young man had spent the day in restless sleep, bitter visions of the hateful dead haunting his dreams as he awaited the coming night. Startled...Read More
Past the shattered tree line stood nothing but decadent ruins, and so the Committee decided that this, then, was where they would build. Ashes of the last century puffed, swanlike, into the acrid air as they were lifted by the...Read More
Yong Outside the compound, the wind was howling. It was too strong, too forceful, making the straw and mud compound defenseless before it. Yong curled himself into a ball to make himself warm. He had no cotton clothes nor coal,...Read More
Tiffany Is life really a matter of choice or chance? I thought about it on the ride here in my mom’s raggedy Chevy truck. Usually, I walk with my brother, but she doesn’t want her “little superstar” missing class. Mama Dukes...Read More
Does a spirit, ripped violently from life and all of its riches, wander, revisiting familiar places? After dinner, the old man excused himself and returned to the campfire. Night was near and the cool, gray marine layer draped...Read More
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