Maybe it was the editor, I don't know. All writers have an identifying syntax, or voice, sometimes subtle, sometimes not so much. Some voices announce themselves at the opening sentence; or at the very least, the first paragraph. The voices... Read more →

They came from Sugarland in Texas; hadn't been there very long, and before that Ohio and before that Connecticut. In Sugarland, he pronounced himself done. He was sixty, or almost, and he was done. My dad, he tells a pretty... Read more →

Why? Why do I, personally, need all tens? I'm not leaving the rest of you out of the mix, don't worry; I'm sure some of you twitch at a nine or an eight. Just like me. I'm out of time.... Read more →

Always this: Surely you could have found a better way. Maybe? It's not for lack of trying and the first time I went I cried through the whole process. You back your vehicle up to the dumping line, open whatever... Read more →

I don't know what made me think I could pluck the exact correct rooster from a coop an hour before sunrise. Maybe that Magical Thinking business. I didn't want him in the dog crate any longer than necessary; dude was... Read more →

Ruth is stuck at the intersection of US 67 and New Street where the snake of westbound traffic is expected this time of day and left turns are a misery. Someday the death toll will put a traffic light at... Read more →

It's green, like Ireland but not so overwhelming because it's just a chunk of space, not a panoramic state of being and I can only see it from this window where I work. I have coffee with Bob on good... Read more →

Kid's in the chair again. Big open room; too much dark wood. Eyes closed. "Open mouth, please." Dental clamps taste like cigar smoke and soft serve vanilla ice cream, and the crunch of pliers on teeth and metal bands too... Read more →

Jessica Adams did not leave three dozen white roses on a stone bench on the Upper West Side within twenty feet of the 72nd Street Station. I know this because I listened to Ms. Adams discuss the merits of the... Read more →

Anne Sexton - Nov 9, 1928 - Oct 4, 1974 In 1987, Jack Zipes published a collection of fairy tales called, Don't Bet on the Prince: Contemporary Feminist Fairy Tales in North America and England. The two authors who stood... Read more →