“Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish here!” the man yelled as he walked alongside his horse-drawn wagon making his way slowly down 112th street between St. Nicholas and Seventh Avenues in New York City at eight o’clock that sun-lit...
Read MoreMelissa Peabody sat mumbling in her lime Volvo. She was parked in an alley off the main street of the town. She felt a time-space vibe with cars and trains going back and forth, and passengers disembarking into the station. She...
Read MoreCHAPTER 1 LOST PARENTS Once upon a time, there was a girl named Anna, who lived in the forest with her siblings and her cousins. Her siblings were a brother and a sister. Anna’s parents lived next door, so Anna and her cousins...
Read MoreThe kind that makes your face ache, the falling-down, tears and hiccup kind, often from the golden stones of retold stories when old friends gather. Remember when he said, she said? Right before the teacher threw the eraser? Oh...
Read MoreWhat I know about that rooster down the road, belting out his good morning this morning, is that he belts like no other as if it’s his last morning on earth, as if he has saved up all his breath for this one outlandish...
Read MoreMaybe because the greats are gone. Ella and Billie, even that grown girl of mine posed in green satin by the baby grand leg cocked at the knee, lips in a pucker. Maybe because birds sing the sun into being, put it to bed at...
Read MoreEileen’s hands shook as she pushed back the living room window curtain. At 6:15, Samuel was over an hour late. Her husband prided himself on his punctuality, a character trait Eileen adored until the lack of it added to...
Read MoreMany people have difficulty categorizing Americans. Actually, we cannot be categorized. We are so different, and yet we are so much the same. It’s the quirky, crazy things that make Americans what we are proudest of being:...
Read MoreThe arctic is unraveling, like a finely knit sweater, threads have been pulled Old ice is breaking up, blue ice melting into black water, the sea ice is too young, too thin, too scarce In an attack gone undetected a knife has...
Read MoreAlmost too cold now the brightness is gone leaves torn by small animals edges turned brown The tomatoes are done so what is the point I tore a leaf anyway Summer woke up
Read MoreThe following texts are a verbatim record from a Homo Sapiens, an AI engineer on Earth during the AI revolution, over the time interval from 2021 to 2242. The texts were restored from a broken chip discovered in 2817 by a group...
Read MoreMy father’s caregiver knows how to build bombs; “I’ve dealt with metal all my life. Metal is all around us,” he said as he picked up a teaspoon and waved it in the air to make his point. Yuri is a tall man with large feet. His...
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