Jan 5, 2009 | Fiction |
“Guns shooting at loaves of bread.” “Coyotes stumbling down an empty freeway. Eyes are milky.” “There’s too much sun. The sun shines whenever and wherever it likes. Night is old fashioned.” “Where is the correct...
Jan 5, 2009 | Fiction |
Assorted fantasies: “I just think they’re creepy. A week ago he told me he’d had this vision where two ex-lovers passed each other on the street. They’d had an ugly breakup, and their punishment was that each time they saw each other they...
Dec 9, 2008 | Fiction |
The print on the elevator’s DOOR CLOSE button was almost worn off. I pointed it out to Mother and said, “I bet there are a few psychiatrists in this building.” “What makes you say that?” “Look at the button.” “So?”...
