What I remember most is the doorbell interrupting loudly and repeatedly; a melody of identical pitches that evoked nervousness and a sense of urgency. I was molding Play-Doh on the [More…]
Genre: Fiction
Singing in the Dark
It was two o’clock in the afternoon in a rooming house on Hutchinson Street, but it could have been anytime. David put his suitcase down on the threadbare carpet next [More…]
Something Important and Delicate
Every year in the last week of summer, just before school started, the carnival came to town. It took up most of the parking lot of the strip mall on top of the hill, overlooking the highway. The Carousel, Tea Cups, The Matterhorn, and Moby Dick materialized like visiting relatives from far away, mysterious yet familiar, in town for a few days, looking slightly older than they did the year before.
Euclid’s Five Postulates
In the Ivory Coast in Abidjan they like to eat bats in gooseberry jam. Gabriel Contamine likes to eat Lesieur canned peas, on Friday night, lounging in front of the [More…]