Oct 24, 2020 | Fiction, Poetry |
White Snail.- (Silence.) (A young lady with a lace parasol comes along counting her steps. Upon reaching a little brook, she hesitates. Then she jumps.) Black Snail.- (Silence.) (The rat has crossed the river. The bad rat. The rat that devours the tender rootlets.)...
Sep 8, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Ghosts and EmptiesI have somehow become a woman who yells, and, because I do not want to be a woman who yells, whose little children walk around with frozen, watchful faces, I have taken to lacing on my running shoes after dinner and going out into the twilit streets...
May 6, 2017 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Bettering Myself “Dear Principal Kishka,” I wrote. “Thank you for letting me teach at your school. Please throw away the sleeping bag in the cardboard box in the back of my classroom. I have to resign for personal reasons. Just so you know, I’ve been fudging the state...