On the top of the pile of papers was a postcard. Lucy removed it from the drawer and held it under the desk lamp. It depicted the globe, tilted so that the former USSR sat red and prominent in the centre. Several satellites, Sputniks perhaps, were in orbit and a jolly crimson rocket shot [...]
Nessie could never decide how it had all started. She was never satisfied with anything I offered as an idea, but she herself could not explain. Perhaps it started this way, perhaps it didn’t. As you will find, it was rather hard to decide.
“Hello? A voice squawked. The blue jay butted her beak against the wire [...]
a piece that precedes a more significant movement
JFK Airport, summer. Eighteen years old and feeling like the king of the world.
Out on the runway, black wheels thrum with steady stress across the asphalt, as in primitive rock and roll. Only when the plane pulls to a stop does the humming of the engine rise [...]
Everyone knows the easiest decision to make is the decision of not making the decision.
It was barely light when a man of portly presence strode confidently down the deserted streets of London. The handlebar moustache he proudly wore bore a sign of importance and arrogance.
Emitting loud taps on the concrete pavement from the [...]
At three, we were best friends. We ate sand together and made messy finger paintings our moms would hang up on the fridge. Our lunch boxes matched and we always drank apple juice. Orange juice made us sick. Sometimes we would play hide-n-seek and run around the yard, diving into bushes and trying to climb [...]Continue
It was just a plain, ordinary day. The weather was fine, with a trace of water here and there. Little Darius’s alarm clock went off at exactly 8:00 AM – it rang every day at 8 o’clock, even on weekends. Little Darius got off his bed, went to the bathroom, washed his face, brushed his [...]Continue
“In his darkroom he is finally alone
with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
The only light is red and softly grows,
as though this were a church and he
a priest preparing to intone a Mass.
Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass.”
– Carol Ann Duffy, War Photographer
The shutter clicks without emotion.
These aren’t pictures [...]
When I was growing up, I couldn’t help thinking that child services wouldn’t be too pleased with my mother. I’d seen them knock on my neighbors’ doors and take them in for questioning. More then once, they’d come home without their babies. That was Harlem in the 90’s, though. Stiffen up and protect yourself; neighbors came and went and [...]Continue
There’s an elementary school kid on the public bus I take to school who spends half his time bothering whoever’s unlucky enough to be sitting next to him. He spends the other half of his time picking his nose or tripping over his own shoelaces. He gets on the bus before I do, so I [...]Continue
A woman sits on the sidewalk, an orange blanket spread out in front of her as if her entire life is on display. The blanket has a thin blue border that’s faded with age, a certain shade no one can fake. Lying out on it are knives, traditionally carved and Swiss, and pieces of jewelry, [...]Continue
I shall repeat myself once again: Gentlemen, your time would better be spent on something else for I did not kill Dr. Freeson. The words I speak are the truth. I am neither attempting to cloak reality nor deceive your ears Gentlemen; I only wish to cooperate and guide this inquisition to the truth. Do you not believe me? Then [...]Continue