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
HEMLOCK HILL YOUR DESTINATION, YOUR CHOICE The sign says it all. The Hill is where you end up when you are living on the tendrils of a receding world of recognition. Sooner or later, it happens to all of us. The disintegration...Read More
And when she awoke, the darkness was so complete she could not be sure her eyes were open—or, if even, she was awake. The whispering of the rain at the window—groan of joist and beam in the wind—could just as well have been a...Read More
Roof was a good dog and he loved Iris, had since the first day we’d brought her home. He barked when we pulled up and I got nervous all over again, and when we walked in I held her down to him and said, “This is Iris, Roof.”...Read More
A pair of mallard ducks flew frantically above the red tiled roofs before banking sharply towards a large pond. They glided into the calm water agitating its smooth surface. The male, with a distinct fluorescent green head and...Read More
HYDROTHERAPY GERALD KAMENS “Is this the Sea of Tranquility?” he yelled back to me, guffawing; “Hey, Ronald, you know where the actual sea’s located?” “Not a clue, Jake.” Jake was luxuriating in the large porcelain tub of warm...Read More
She had been an undertaker’s wife for seven years. The mornings, she lay with her life projecting onto the back of her eyelids, between sheets that etched her skin with grains of foreign dirt. She bore witness to his livelihood...Read More
Columbia, Maryland April 3rd, 2019 11:45 am Jack stood in line, anxiously waiting for his cheesy breadsticks with marinara sauce. It was Wednesday. Cheesy breadsticks were always on Wednesday’s menu. Others complained that the...Read More
Fannie felt beside the point. The funeral home was just across the parking lot and she could still see the staff milling about. She, the last remaining attendee, was not feeling any particular need to push the boundaries of...Read More
Tides are getting higher, much higher than before. Water is flowing into the wooden house built on the highest point on this island. He stands in front of the house, murmuring, “I guess it’s the last day.” He isn’t sad; he is...Read More
Our village escaped the war. We heard skirmishes nearby, at the edge of the woods. That was all. After each engagement, tired soldiers wafted into the square like dried leaves piling up against the steps of the church. In the...Read More
Mara braced herself for her sunset uphill climb. The first time she walked home from work she swore it was a wall. She imagined herself leaning into it and catching herself on her hands, scaling the nearly vertical slope like a...Read More
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