The Stars and the Shooting Wire

Downtown, five men and five women, masked, and tightly gripping their automatic guns, storm into a department store. Inside, they … More

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 voting came, and the voting went, and the election was over. The incumbent mayor had lost. The round man … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More

We sat on the curb. Dad, my older brother and, of course, I. It was the part of the parade … More