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

A thief breaks into my home. And kills my cat. I don’t know this at first. It is only afterward … More

Together. Her feet brushed on and through the sand. Figure like air. We walked along the beach. Didn’t hold each … More

Pooka sits on the leather chair in the parlor. She sits and listens. She waits, waits, waits, waits, waits, and … More