Downtown, five men and five women, masked, and tightly gripping their automatic guns, storm into a department store. Inside, they … More
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The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
The Mass Grave of Mayors
The voting came, and the voting went, and the election was over. The incumbent mayor had lost. The round man … More
The Day Moon Before Allhallowtide
The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More
The Farmer, the Skeleton
The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More
Face to Carve
A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More
Dad at the Parade
We sat on the curb. Dad, my older brother and, of course, I. It was the part of the parade … More