Posts Tagged ‘Fiction’
- Invisoman
When the police arrived at Macy’s, Invisoman was sweeping up pieces of broken glass from the floor of the bridal department with a whisk broom. Stark naked and staggering, he had careened into a shelf filled with Waterford stemware and sent thousands of dollars of goblets, champagne flutes, wine glasses, water glasses and sherry glasses […]
20 July 2008- Travelogue
His hand rests on her bare knee. Tires hiss on the pavement as the little car hurtles along the highway past mile after mile of greenery in the rain. In a broad pasture somewhere south of Hopland, she sees hundreds of sheep grazing in a grey-brown flock, their heads tucked down against the weather, their […]
18 July 2008- Ten Years Ago …
“I don’t think there are any Russians
And there ain’t no Yanks
Just corporate criminals
Playing with tanks” — Michael BeenWe were innocent.
I sat with a gargoyle under a stone bridge out of the rain, watching a thundershower grouch across the sky from west to east. The storm was a grumpy old man, darkly gray and full of electric invectives, […]
12 May 2008
