inherently mine

i don’t think it’s chance or that fate wrote me, i believe i write this story, slowly and consciously see felix adler whispered, “deed before creed,” so i plant kindness where others sow greed vonnegut... Read More

Not a Breath

Wallace swallowed a bland, oversized bite of boiled chicken breast, and the air snapped off. He was choking. He tried to wash it down with the tumbler of vodka he’d allowed himself for lunch, but... Read More

The Oatmeal Percolates

Travel. The word, the thought, stirred Harvey. But ‘stir’ is relative. The stirring was not vigorous. It was more like the gentle folding of berries into a batter. It stood like the unadorned oatmeal he... Read More