Who said I Could Fly?
The man on the drug ad looked as though he were made up by a mortuary cosmetologist; walked like a
Category: fiction
Stuck in a Groove
I was born in the mid 1960’s in the second largest city of any state in the midwest. I was
A Parting Shot from J. Arthur Quibblestones
I can’t speak for woman. I am not woman. I can imagine being a woman but that would be only
Friendship From a Godly Farm Man
I gave you my friendship, spared you no dime. shared my spirit unselfishly and overlooked yours for years. And when
To the Slaughterhouse
No one is home, or maybe they arethey’re just not answeringwe cannot connect fingersacross the electronic divide data mines data
Eddie Sees TV Faces
Eddie sees TV faces when he looks at us. When he sees himself in a mirror he sees himself on
He is Standing Next to You in Line
-Old but a “when are you going to grow up” old. That’s what he is. Still light on his feet
Symbiosis
I tilt away from hearing her as she explains her nature as though it were a theatrical arrangement to a
A Stepsister’s Funeral
All it is is flipping the visual around to the other person’s perspective. That fear and anger with which you
Conversation Between Two Characters Who Wish Not Be Defined as Self
Ooh, I get so mad I could scream; and I do! Yes. Everybody else too. No. Everyone doesn’t have the
