Fiction

[Photo Source: techcrunch.com] Victoria, the case file said, was eighty-one at the time of her death. While I waited for photographs and video clips to download, I started inputting some…

[Photo Credit:  Buzzfeed] He’d stumbled through the frenzied aftermath. Hospital, police, morgue, autopsy, coroner’s report. And people to call. Terri, again and again. His sister in Seattle. What about his…

Let’s say you have a little sister–one that’s only around when convenient for you. She’s less like a sister than an imaginary friend. Let’s say that’s what we call her:…

The island, a smooth piece of peridot from the helicopter window, was hotter and smellier at ground level. Mist from the bald volcanic peak rolled down the slopes of palm…

My mother blamed my recent bad luck on my refusal to go to church, and she harangued my friend Etor to do something about it. He wasn’t a Catholic, which…

[Image Credit: “Stormtroops Advancing Under Gas” by Otto Dix] The 20th Century waited up until just before dawn before sneaking out to use the bins next door (its own being…

I lived in a house in a town with real shops and houses and streets.  But a lot of what went on was only make-believe. There was the library with…

Rahim rubbed his fists in his eyes. Might have lost the wallet back at the gas station, when he’d stopped to fill up. Unless it fell out his pocket sometime…

[Photo Credit: “Old-Clocks” by Olga Sabo] On principle, I refuse to read mass-market popular fiction. You know, the low-brow crap always hailed with the same meaningless superlatives: “Break-out success!” “A…

[Photo Credit: Beth Rakouskas, courtesy of Arthur W. Toga, USC Laboratory of Neuro Imaging] A spacious brightly lit auditorium. A few dozen people, most of them young, fill the rows…

[Photo Credit: Joel Jover, Camagüey] 1 For breakfast that morning took cajun sausage, skin removed to only gristle, fried with a couple eggs over-medium, side o’soft homefries&onions. Peppered everything heavily,…

Cat Power is blasting, but all I really hear is my friend Erica retching. She is bird-boned and high yellow by her own proclamation, yet her chiseled, golden cheeks are…

1 We’ve been waiting for more than two centuries for someone to write The Great American Novel. There have been countless very, very good novels, but none that was truly…

for Mr. Beefy This way now same as last way then, the head bent filled with all those phrases been, unsure if aloud I have just said them, slipped past…