Since the days when he learned to walk and talk, Henry wanted to fly. Fuselages and wings were magnetic to his young eyes. Desire grew out of…
Emily resumed her walks in the park when the dog bites healed. She took her faux leather sandals along the shaded paths for the first…
Where the blight touches the land the people never leave. The roads to them are blocked and they become mice in the gullet of a snake…
Squashed in his hand was a hollow chocolate Santa Claus. His fingers had melted through Saint Nick, sternum and spine pinched together, left leg…
Did I ever tell you that I used to know these two alcoholics that lived in Redding? Back when I was doing temp jobs in California. These two guys…
My new story, “A Wandering” was featured on Saturday Evening Post’s Fiction Friday.
I remember summers of paper cartons.
Two of them could hold enough apples to make a pie, but sometimes the peaches came…