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FictionAccentuating Circumstances I grew up during the late 1940s in a Jewish working class neighborhood in Brooklyn. Because all our neighbors over the age of fifty were from Eastern Europe, nearly everyone’s…
FictionBrand New Man Tony slicked back his hair with the comb he kept in his pocket, and smoldered at his reflection—hair was getting too long. Well, that wouldn’t do. Annie wouldn’t be…
FictionA red letter day , thought Leland Hendy as his feet pounded the dirt streets of Mendocino City, Mendocino County, California. It was late and hot and September, 1933. “Seven years of…
FictionDoggie There I was in Morningside Heights. Walking that damn doggie again. Third day in a row and I was already ready to tie that doggie’s leash to a Citi Bike and…
FictionSteam Rooms, Silk Robes, and Sterilized Needles Buck woke in what he thought was a steam room; he assumed the coat the doctor had on was a silk robe. It wasn’t. When…
FictionThe Darang Family and the Super Typhoon The weather reports on TV declared it a super typhoon, the strongest that the region would ever witness. The news anchor said they even culled…
PoetryBone The bone exposed broken Too close to the surface Wound too deep. Fragments of white move in muscle, carried by blood. They will be removed then discarded. Once, part of me…
PoetryInjustice In the age old battle between guardians of the state and the disaffected, the hatred of the police by the poverty populace is a constant day by day, since government agents…
FictionPretty Good Tours, Ltd. Expands Its Base The executive staff of Pretty Good Tours, Ltd. had assembled in the CEO’s office. CEO Francine Fillistin sipped her coffee as she waited for the…
FictionCatch Candace hated playing catch with Doug. She was terrible at it, and felt bad they couldn’t get a decent rhythm going. She was always missing the ball as it sailed just…
Poetry(1945) Cold, like the basement Brought upstairs in the winter, Steaming a while, hiding its Treasures then using the Snow for a blanket, Was the world in 1945. The guns finished Their…
PoetryDaybreak in Manhattan At daybreak, Cool and misty even in Manhattan, Garage doors open And the horns fill the air On 5th Avenue. More dense than bees on honey combs, Taxis say…
PoetryUntitled Cinquain moonlit cherry petals under fireflies and stars the love I still believe will come risen
PoetryMama Says Hold this, mama says & I do; wads of lace with grass stains growing deep, dirty red-white anklets with holes at the heels, scuffed plastic white shoes. Soles worn out,…
FictionTransformer Wife Last night, this husband fixed lunch for the next day. I thought I’d be nice. Admittedly, not a really complicated recipe–two ingredients, chicken and crock pot. That’s it. Place chicken…
PoetryUntitled let us have the light left within awaken lifted and renewed clear eyes sight-smoothed hands full of loved ones amidst a simplified day bringing into our homes the churning genesis of…
PoetryUntitled indifferently an interstate bridge spans over abandoned ruins of the old homestead repeating quietly to no one but myself “grandpa. . . grandma and grandpa”
PoetryHow Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter The almost unrecognizable anthills are noticed By sparrows upon telephone poles whose eyes shift across pregnant continents I am about to take that journey to…
PoetryUnbeknownst to Her I am starting to understand this patchwork river whose Petals are haunted by my favorite red butterflies Oft reincarnated in the pencil tracings of a pirate’s bounty In the…
FictionA Fair Trade Jordan looked out at the flat expanse of Kansas before him. He heard that long ago, plants used to grow here in endless uniform rows. Everyone knew nothing could…