story time
-

end of a story
Another time—yes, there was another time, but only one other time, and that not really—I saw…
-
a carapace for this irredeemably querulous nature
I step out of the office and into the hall for an hors d’oeurve taste of…
-
predestination uncertain
Dream one. At a crowded beach on a warm, sunny day, big puffy white clouds in…
-
apprehension
Around two o’clock in the afternoon on a bright and chilly Chicago Thursday, a man in…
-
the man (with the hat)
This is the first quarter or so of a story I more or less finally finished…
-
date night
Those two over there, yeah, the table in the corner right there. Before you got here…
-
seasons’ spell 4
Part 4 of 4. It’s finally over. If you want, here’s the rest: part 1, part…
-
seasons’ spell 3
Part 3 of 4. Read part 1 and/or part 2. Or just tell your friends you…
-
seasons’ spell 2
Part 2 of 4. Read part 1 here. Or else. She sits in her chair at the…
-
seasons’ spell 1
This is the first of a four-part storyish kind of thing. Trying something a little new…
-
pingbacks
I sat there in my train seat with the book open on my lap hoping he…
-
stranger
Is this your girlfriend? The guy at the next table asked me loudly in one of…
-

skinny girl
Silently crying on the morning train she was, all arms and legs and despair half-heaped and…
-
follow up
It’s not easy to sit here and tell you what’s wrong with me. Not when I…
-
delimited
It was just that he would wonder why | why he could have a vision of…
-
three quarters of the way back to different
One, two, three, with you. Something, silence, see. Stopped at the third and something like goodbye,…
-

falling in
Her birthday was two days and a couple years before mine, Lit majors both. She smoked…
-

all along
He walked out ahead, tolerating us, tolerating her, tolerating me enjoying her, all a little drunk…
-
fortune
The shoeshine guy from the store across the street walks by me on the sidewalk as…
-
monique
Monique speaks French and I tell her that’s nice, but not in French though because I…
-
losing
She gets on the train in the morning and sits nearby, just happens to, like she’s…
-

truth
This is the cave in which doubt, fear, and inhibition speak in whispers lightly amplified, echoing…
-

falling out
I fell out of love here—well, not so much fell out of love as a love, the longest-lived and…