Jan HeiningerConventional ClownsThe wooden gavel was banged so hard its head bounced back up smacking Blinky squarely between his eyes. The crowd roared with laughter… and…Sep 28, 2022Sep 28, 2022
Jan HeiningerIn Light of a Blood MoonThe moon was full, Stan Getz was steaming on my laptop and I was drunk on red wine and loneliness. The string of patio lights hanging from…Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022
Jan HeiningerLate AutumnIt’s too cold. My eyes water. The thin, brisk air burns my lungs. I cough hard and often, expelling a vile substance. There is rapid…Sep 10, 2022Sep 10, 2022
Jan HeiningerAn Imperfect CadenceI’d seen him many times, while walking my dog in the same park he called home. I’d only observed him doing two things: sleeping on his…Sep 1, 20221Sep 1, 20221