Albert Einstein waited patiently in line at the bank. It was crowded today. The bank was always busy on Thursdays. People with their paychecks. The mood at the bank was usually good on Thursdays. Tellers and customers alike laughed and chatted in a relaxed manner. People were at ease with each other, it seemed. EinsteinContinue reading “The Nothingness Stood Revealed”
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Fear of the Fuchsia
There is a husband. And a wife. Above them a mild sky. Pretty music plays nearby. “Nice violins,” the husband says to his wife who doesn’t respond. She is kneeling on the freshly-cropped lawn, ripping weeds out of a round flowerbed. The smell of wild onions permeates the air. The garden is bordered by redContinue reading “Fear of the Fuchsia”
A Cold Breakfast
I was young once and it lasted a good long mile. Like my grandfather before me. You may have heard of my grandfather, if you’re a true crime enthusiast. He became an infamous spree killer way back in 1957. His transition was sudden. In 2003, some talentless hack cobbled together a short documentary on myContinue reading “A Cold Breakfast”
Heaven Always Has Room
Wish List: I once worked with a tall drink of water named Christopher J. McSpinch. I’ll always remember that unusual name. He was a nice, polite guy and I liked him. We worked for a company called Intelillink Communications. Don’t bother looking it up, it’s long gone. It was merged into oblivion. My duties includedContinue reading “Heaven Always Has Room”
The Active Training Sessions
The Active Training Sessions ended with the summer and Jacob hadn’t learned a goddamn thing. Ninja skills dulled. He would meet an attack with clumsy, uncertain moves. Hesitation begets paralysis. Hanging around deserted shopping malls (they’re easy to break into if you possess what old grandfathers referred to as gumption) watching mildew grow in patternsContinue reading “The Active Training Sessions”
Telekinetic Kelly
Kelly Green raised the red flag on her mailbox all the way from the kitchen. She didn’t even have to look out the window this time. She accomplished the feat while sitting at the table eating instant oatmeal. The oatmeal was hot and she liked it thick. It was flavored with brown sugar and mapleContinue reading “Telekinetic Kelly”
The Source of My Anxiety
My wife Susan had a dark streak. She carried herself like the pampered aristocrat she was but insisted she was a Surrealist. She actually told people that. “What do you do?” they’d ask. “I’m a Surrealist,” she’d say. She made Duchampian readymades. I, myself felt like a writer. Susan made things. I made things up.Continue reading “The Source of My Anxiety”
The Crooner
The Crooner sat alone in his dressing room. He’d draped an old, stained tablecloth over the mirror and had unscrewed most of the light-bulbs around the frame. Dressing room lights were always too bright and the mirrors captured too many hard memories. He wore his life on his face. He lifted a pint of whiskeyContinue reading “The Crooner”
Buried Skeletal Remains
The Day Before Thanksgiving I am tromping across a frozen swamp this morning, foraging for scatterberries. The gunmetal gray sky is loaded with unreleased snow. It’s predicted to begin lavishing deep inches of the powdery stuff over the whole region today. The heavy hush and stillness that precedes a snowstorm always strikes a rhapsodic chordContinue reading “Buried Skeletal Remains”
Recently Published Stuff
“Song of Squandered Promise” at Still Here Magazine (pg. 164) “Baby Box Turtles at the Bottom of a Vodka Bottle” at Blood+Honey Exacting Clam No. 19 Winter 2025 Dada Issue “Unspeakable Dan” at Yellow Mama Webzine “The Car Crash They Saw” at The Broken Teacup “A Path Through the Dandelions” at The Argyle Literary MagazineContinue reading “Recently Published Stuff”
Crumbling Asphalt 