Category: fiction

  • The Yawning

    The one action that irked him most, above all the many and multiplying ones in his irksome life: he is talking with her and she yawns. He, with just enough vanity to believe he is fascinating. It is not always out of boredom, it could be the crushing weariness of her life. Then he yawns […]

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  • Day 10

    Day 10 – Total confirmed cases in the US: 55,225 Fiction, if not the last refuge of a scoundrel, is a list a brief refuge from the number at the top of the page that won’t stop climbing. Today’s distraction is flash fiction and a drawing: The breeze blew sweet in Turner Valley. Slow and […]

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  • Ivanhoe

    Ivanhoe is not the star of the story that bears his name. Neither is Robin Hood, Friar Tuck, or Richard the Lionheart, who all have significant parts to play in the tale. The star is Rebecca, the “jewess.” That term, like “negress,” sounds not only old-fashioned to our 21st Century ears but racist, and there […]

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  • The last car of the 6 train

    I saw you bouncing up the stairs of the Bleecker Street station, determined to get into the last car of the 6 train, where I was standing. I don’t remember what song was playing but I know my foot was bouncing and my fingers were drumming on the side of the pole. You apologized to […]

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  • Killing Christina – Part 2

    I tried telling myself lies about her: She’s an idiot. She’s unstable. She’s not that beautiful. The charms of her smiles, her thoughts, and her scents have no effect on me. But every lie was so foul that it made me sick to pretend they were true. I tried imagining parallel realities where we never […]

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