Satan Lives in Moab

Note: Thanks to the long defunct Provo band, “Trees” for the title and the also…

Next Time Let Me Do The Talking

I wrote this in 45 minutes aboard a train in China. This original…

Snow Days

February 13, 2014

There is so much snow in New York! And it's still falling in cotton clumps, bed…

I Know What I’ve Seen

Groom Lake, 1964

The Bridge

Fiction by Phil Benton

An audible sigh of relief escapes his lips as the nagging grip loosens its hold. A throbbing yet bearable ache provides a welcome alternative to the vice-like pressure in his head as well as every other part of his body. With each step, his…

How I lost my toothbrush

and gave up finding it in the end.

Office Life

A short story

I look across my open plan office floor. Not the kind of open plan office you see in…

Libertine Camp

They were sitting Indian style around a fire built from sticks and brush found around the campsite. While the five girls were passing around a bag of wine, the men

were drinking their own private beers and passing a bottle of cheap whiskey to each other, if only to keep warm…

Kimberly Kerwin

The Perfect Circle of a Stranger

Meatballs

They ate at a restaurant in the West Village that served only meatballs. She drank a glass of white wine and he drank beer.

“How was the interview?” he asked.

“The position is 70 to 80 hours per week,” she said, looking into her food.