Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Poetry |
i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there’s another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be...
Dec 20, 2006 | Fiction, Short Stories |
A Perfect Day For Bananafishthe young man put on his robe, closed the lapels tight, and jammed his towel into his pocket. he picked up the slimy wet, cumbersome float and put it under his arm. he plodded alone through the soft, hot sand toward the hotel. on the...