When our two eyes meet for the hundredth time in the day, skies outside cloudy, a rolling froth of clouds threatening to boil over, caught in the red rhombus of a televised tornado warning area, something happens that was unlike …
So after a handful of pain pills, a few tugs from a bottle of port, and an evening of reevaluation I’ve decided to give up on the improvised novel.
“I want to die in a movie theater. You know? Just crawl in there, buy my ticket, and die between the second and third acts of some flickering dream. The cleanup man will find me and wonder for a moment …
Late afternoon performed a decrescendo, strong light withdrawing down to its subtler tones. Paul drove, holding his left arm awkwardly in his lap to relieve the strain on his shoulder. Remo had waved a prescription bottle under his nose, but …
Paul Peter Hinckley, our protagonist, is an over-educated tax preparation man in his fifties who has just watched his father, an esteemed and popular attorney in New Orleans, die on the seventh green of the Audubon Golf Course. In the …
Okay, so I got in a fender bender today and it’s pretty much preoccupied me all day. It was one of those deals where you’re nosing through a stopped line of traffic trying to cross a busy street and you …
“Look, you not gonna get it to sound like that. It only sounds like that on the record cause it was his guitar he keep in his closet every day gettin’ soggy and melding with the temperature of the room. …
I don’t get sick often, but when I do, the Death Fever hits hard. I can usually feel it coming on. There are warning signs: the flagging attention span, the warm gauzy feeling stretching underneath my epidermis, the loss of …
“Look at me, Paul. I’m not joking.” Paul clasped his elbows and looked into Remo’s stern countenance. The jowls and eyebrows bound a face of determination. “This is only short-term. My home has become a target for bricks and angry …
In the morning, Paul expected to find Liza gone and little sustenance in her refrigerator. After a long piss, he found he was annoyed and correct. The fridge held at least a dozen styrofoam and plastic take-home cartons from as …