Jun 10, 2019Short Story: A Grandfather Clock, a Pick-Up Truck, and a Bald ManIt is raining (though barely). The temperature is a cool and steady sixty-one degrees. It is early morning in a Chicago suburb. Birds...
Apr 19, 2019Short Story: La PrimaveraWith the gray, cold, clay-like mud up to her calves, Clarice took slow steps along the Cheyenne River. The mud clung to her feet and made...
Dec 31, 2018QuietusQuietus Airborne leaves, twigs and branches buffeted my car. Rain and hailstones lashed my screen splashed curses, You’ll fail, you’ll...