Short Story

As I turn older and fear more than is sensible about pretending the language and the sentiments of youth

Knocking at the Door The more Lorraine saw Albert the more friction built between her and her father Bruno. Human…

If You Live in Paradise Historian Sir Kenneth Clark said the native culture of south sea islanders “...produced no…

Impractical Joke It was the Christmas holidays. Albert was up from Southern California visiting the neighborhood…

The Hug It was Saturday morning in the high school gym. Parents and children were gathered for the basketball …

I struggle with the waist straps of my backpack, tightening them over my soaked T-shirt

Mother's Gift Mother’s death hovered on the fringes of my reality. Only that morning we had dined downtown, the…

I stood in line at the bank like I always do the last Friday of the month to deposit the cash I made from…

Toward the end of my academic studies I began to obediently panic about my future

My heart quickly raced as I ran. Blurred lines, of green and red in the brightest hues, caught slightly by my…

The Hog Farm I ran a dirty and dangerous business in a dirty and dangerous part of New York City: Red Hook,…

Food For Thought: “Hey, Brian.” The boss leaned on the cubicle wall with caution. It seemed unclear if he…

Paris, 1967 - I had my schedule, meant to keep some balance. The garbage men came. Five floors down before first…

Obsessed With Alexis I’m not crazy, and there’s nothing wrong with me, so why am I here? I hate it here. I can’t…

“By the way, I work here weekdays noon to 6:00 P.M.,” Samantha offered, smiling, eyes twinkling in unmistakable…