His Dark Flag ?by Axel Howerton There is a man who works in my office; he has a wooden leg. It is not an ultra-realistic, scientifically designed and fully-articulated prosthetic. He has a one-and-a-half foot stump below his knee. A polished oak coffee-table leg stands surreptitious beneath his blood-red pantaloons, sparse and thin next […]
The Birthday List by Scott Carpenter I could use some new socks. You know the kind. And maybe a pair of gloves. I wouldn’t mind a copy of that CD I told you about, the name of which I can’t recall. Perhaps a novel or two, but only if they’re actually worth reading. That’s […]
? ?A Chorus of Shaving ?by Michael Honda The steam rises up against the walled mirror. My three day beard, but a patch of color reflected off my foggy self. I enjoy staring this way. It helps to blur your imperfections?if only for a bit. I illuminate the red button of my portable radio. […]
She was standing there, her head thrown back in abandonment, her eyes at half mast enjoying the moment.
She felt a little drunk from the constant motion of sleeping in the car, but when he asked her to drive she slapped her cheeks and adjusted the rearview mirror.