"What do you mean, gone?" He's not here. I understand what not here means, I mean, HOW is he GONE? Ana beckoned to the open door of Humphrey's cage. He's where are you going? to the queen of course. And…
View writing"Benny," I said, in a whisper-shout because court would be in session at any moment. "Yeah." Gruff and manly, that's how I like them. Not a whisper or a shout, just a grunt of a quick, staccato reply. "She's here,"…
View writingBefore it was fake, it was news. News has always been fake to a certain extent. Yellow journalism at turn of the century. All fake. News of the Gulf of Tonkin incident that got the US into Vietnam. Fake. Nixon…
View writingMy Grandson is learning to talk. He doesn’t know it yet, he’s just being companionable, repeating back to us our nonsensical syllables in delightful squawks and gurgles and inexplicably encouraging and saliva filled Bronx cheers. I love his talk. I…
View writingNew words, from new worlds. Here, on the cusp of a new emerging, the unknown unfolding before us as the old is, literally burning, drowning, being stripped away. Standing on the cusp, of what, we do not know. What will…
View writingEdmonton, Alberta, Canada. White Christmas guaranteed. I stepped out of the car and immediately checked out the snow. Dry. Powdery. Nice. Growing up and living in New England, winter was my favorite season. I loved stepping out of the house…
View writingI thought I saw you in your Dodge Ram Truck driving by my house. You waved and kept on going. It was not you, you died. I thought I saw you riding your e-bike past my house, you were bitching…
View writing"I don't know how you typically do these things," Caitlyn said. "Do you pay the bill and we both Venmo you, or ...?" She and Franca had just spent the better part of an hour ignoring me over sushi before…
View writingDetective Myriah Foukes woke up early that morning, before dawn, and felt the urge to revisit the Patel house though the case had been closed. She felt that tickle of doom inside--the same kind that preceded catching a cold or…
View writingWords. Words, words, words! Hamlet exclaims. He is annoyed with not only the superficiality of what people say, but the betrayal of those words as well. His comment is ironic if one considers the play he says the words in,…
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