Monthly Archives: November 2013

“Ever see anything, you know, unusual?” the reporter asked, pouring the captain another Budweiser. “Nothing I couldn’t explain away.  But there was this one time, very early in the morning, must have been a mirage or something.” He lit another … Continue reading →

“Hey! You called?” I knocked again.  Still nothing.  Tested the door. Opened it. Stepped inside.  Guy was propped up against the wall, clutching a bottle, staring right at me.  Whole place smelled like Mary Jane and old sweat.  Goddamn. “You … Continue reading →

The street emptied, and the voices got quieter.  I could think again. I considered how I ended up in this place.  I’d had this theory, you see, that if I went somewhere where people didn’t speak English, I would stop … Continue reading →

My wife opens the kitchen window; sunset fall air and a sparrow rush in with the breeze.  I start to close the window thinking of a wicker cage and the sparrow tilting her little head behind the slats; the feathers … Continue reading →