Fiction

  ( Part 2 of 3) Click here for Part 1 * 8. I have never lived anywhere with a swimming pool. And yet, I have a distinct memory...

    What happens when what we know, what we live and feel leads us away from coherence and unity, and we are left only with...

          "Items found “hiding in plain sight”, are best “left well enough alone”.   I raced home from work to my wilderness paradise,...

    My therapist wants me to feel my feelings. I have a CD of bird songs and I’m listening to those and sitting in my...

    On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue...

    I live in a modest home, alone; I inherited it from my mom. It’s in the small, cozy town of Arlington, Washington, which is...

    The stain had grown out of hand, Marcia Wilson thought raising her spray in the family bathroom. Black mildew that first covered a patch...

  Someone with a good heart, who could have easily gone on through the EZ-Pass lane and washed his hands of the affair, went out...

    Amis had been grazed to the right of his spine by a bolt of lightning when he was an adolescent. That was the side...

    Translated from the Arabic by Essam M. Al-Jassim   He woke up early, as usual, and slipped swiftly from beneath the immense pile of blankets to...