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Where I worked was a B & B, trying to be European, but hopelessly American, surrounded by rangy sunflowers which looked like weeds that were pretty. Behind them was the small two-story lonely-white B & B, with its old...
The night of the first expulsion, I asked the robot in my closet what to do. Usually when I asked him a question about the meaning of life, the universe and everything, he’d respond with something funny like “reply...
-an excerpt- Day Zero In the Chopper As Reed Haflinger shivered near the door in the Beverley airport lobby, he promised himself he would never let Dan talk him into this again. The early morning shift. No damn way. Global warming can’t happen...

Jaguar

Bocas Del Toro, Panama 1931 In the house where Mama got sick, we five children, all under the age of twelve, waited for our fathers. Mama was a troupe singer and dancer. Dancer headwrap and dancer feet. Dancer fingers and...
The pervert came to Independence on Labor Day, the day before school started. Independence is our street, where we all live.
Was it your farting woke me? The next sound I hear is such a percussive, protracted arse bleat, and the stink of it hangs so heavy and sour over the bed, I decide you probably have trumpeted me awake. Blow, Gabriel,...

Downsizing

I take a sip of instant coffee from a paper cup, look up, and scan the clearstory, the seven rectangular windows that run the length of the great room just below the eighteen-foot ceiling. In a perfect world I’d...

The Cremains

“Oh, and one more thing, Rabbi. One of my sons wants some of the cremains.” The rabbi eyed Lillian Diamond’s two sons. Which one wanted them? No need to ask. It would be the younger one. The older ones were...
There’s this little guy on my porch I’ve never seen before. He’s a caricature of an Irish thug and he’s looking for Mikayla, my daughter, who he accuses of wronging his boss.  “Blackie Donovan doesn’t forget,” the guy says. He...
We are surrounded by curtains. — René Magritte, 1929 I. They had just returned from Paris, where things did not go well. There was the spider, yes, but the end came at a party when the host confronted Magritte’s wife about...

Parnassus

The year my father moved to Oregon, I asked Santa to bring me a puppy. When he didn’t deliver, I began my lobbying campaign. I had the perfect dog in mind—a Scottish terrier I’d call Blackie—and I drew pictures of...
1 When she turned the corner of the store, holding two gallons of paint in one hand and box of rainbow chalk in the other, I realized I’d dreamt about her the night before. In my dream, I was still...
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