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Hoax
Posted on August 19, 2020 1 Comment
In the hoax tent across from me sat Dr. Patel I think. Hard to tell with that mask, but her eyes were familiar, from other days when we wore no masks and huddled together for rounds and codes and could read each others’ lips, not eyes teeming with terror. Like now. When we each caught […]
A Christmas Story
Posted on December 27, 2017 Leave a Comment
While Black Bart was getting his you were getting yours – sodium bicarb calcium gluconate D50 – not with a Red Ryder BB gun, but a triple lumen CVC, ‘as beautiful, as coolly deadly-looking a piece of weaponry as I’d ever laid eyes on.’ Bullets to save, not slay – Mannitol 3% sodium Zosyn. Your […]
Guilt
Posted on February 4, 2016 Leave a Comment
His mother decided to name him Joseph, since their last name was Klein, and it seemed droll enough to her that he should spend his life being called Joseph K. She expected he would be surrounded by other Josephs in his life – which, in fact, he was – and, thus, be distinguished from them […]
Ride
Posted on January 18, 2016 Leave a Comment
Often, distracted, she almost hit the gas instead of the brakes. While first learning to drive, her stomach would drop in that infinitesimal moment during which she had to decide. Brakes or gas. Brakes or gas. Thankfully, though, she had always chosen correctly – later laughing with her mom as she pulled into the closest […]
Penn Bound
Posted on January 20, 2015 Leave a Comment
I always look to your window – blurred with dirt as we depart abruptly. Eyes disoriented by the hazy platform view, heart in my throat (yes, even now), my hand slides nonchalantly off your greasy pole while I struggle to remain standing, instead stumbling forward ineptly. You’re always greasy, whether I go high or low, […]
Begin
Posted on January 1, 2015 Leave a Comment
This day bounces off the mellowed slate, which is neither clean, nor fresh but winnowed by the past and obliged to begin again – fallibly, humbly, and hopeful that the sunlight through the blackened sticks of winter trees is the proof.
Los Mangles Rojos
Posted on December 16, 2014 Leave a Comment
1. There was a truck, back opened and piled with soiled towels, idling on the narrow stamped cement path. A sour smell of dampness, sweat, and burgeoning mildew – not only the physical truck – impeded his grumbling scooter. It was the same every evening around this time. Thoughtless day laborers, hired to collect the […]
A Dog for Christmas
Posted on December 12, 2014 Leave a Comment
What she remembered distinctly about the fire was the air. That it was embedded with caustic molecules, invisibly smoldering just underneath her nostrils. How that air had shocked her lungs with each breath. And the dog, of course; she remembered the dog. The charred heaps of garbage, the cluttered debris, the murky bits of interior […]
Libera me
Posted on December 5, 2014 Leave a Comment
Late November peppers the sky with cirrus clouds, blackened underneath, and suggestive of cold rain. Rain which may fall sometime soon – but not today – then, presently, a screeching-halt sunset descends, assaults, roads curving into evening, lined with empty see-through buildings illumined by the practiced forlorn of nightfall. How it skulks along the edges […]
The Hair Tie
Posted on October 13, 2014 Leave a Comment
One – If it had snapped – the way those cheaply-made hair ties usually do, in that weak spot where they are joined together – it would have rested as a thin, black ‘S’ in the cracked pavement. It didn’t, though. It slid out of her lanky, slippery hair, bounced off her tote bag, and […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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