It was Sunday, but even so, Darryl got up at 6 a.m. to walk to the office by the Brooklyn bridge. After shutting off his […]
November 5, 2018
The Neanderthal brain is 1.3 times that of Cro-Magnon man. And yet, there are commercials like this one: “So easy, a caveman could do it.” […]
April 16, 2018
He had never given up being ashamed of his family name, which was common and dull, a blunt single syllable at the end of his […]
If the piano player were better, my mind might wander in his direction, wondering where he lives and who he likes and all that, […]
December 11, 2017
Mom sings with the rest of them, louder and prouder than she has ever been with me. The distance between our shoulders may as well have been cavernous. They all sing, unabashed, and I can’t match the depth of their feeling. I just stand and fruitlessly observe them all. Why don’t I get it?
I remember why I hate being here.
April 21, 2017
I don’t feel CorpusTech trying to go through and intoxicate me. I feel the whisper of clothes as the sweaty Buzzies and partiers push around me. I hear the pulse of the music. I see laser points like stars on the ceiling and streaks of cars flying down Third Avenue. And for once, I can stand the sound of my own thoughts.
February 27, 2017
It’s dark in the movie theater and Martin’s throat is tight because of some dumb chick flick. The little boy just tumbled over on the […]
November 23, 2016
The buck had only one antler, and we both expected imbalance to be the thing that drowned him. He had entered the river gracefully, like […]
September 26, 2016
He was drowning; airless, breathless, limitless. The bubbles of carbon dioxide floated up, up and away from his face, expanding, then contracting, then bursting. I […]
April 28, 2016
He is so old that you can see Heaven in his eyes. The fat doctor calls it cataracts, but the psychic at the bus stop […]
April 8, 2016
Sivan (p. noun): /sē/vôn/ 1. What they would call the baby girl. 2. Spring. Origin: Her mother had always thought the name was pretty. She […]