I was never good in school. Laziness mostly. I slept a lot which put my father in a hellish mood. I'm keeping down two jobs to keep you brats in bed and breakfast and all you do is sleep. He made me get...

What is the question? Why do we ask? If a tree falls in the middle of the forest. Where are the corners in the oval office? What does it mean to be a human being? Does the question matter? If left alone...

Its odd being dead. Not what I expected. Like waiting in a doctor's office. Reading old magazines. But I'm here for a purpose. To help Sam move on. That's my husband standing there next to the compost...

Shot like a man out of a cannon. My mother almost died giving me birth. Head was too big. Doctors' thought I might need braces on my neck. Crawled through the first centuries of life. When I was twenty...

I don't know how stories are supposed to end. We are in the midst of our lives, when life seems to drift on without us, fading away into the future. Nothing ends. Things dissolve into a new story, someone...

The Exhibition is a story written like an Brueghel painting. Time turns on itself. Events are repeated and altered. Characters both dead and imaginary appear. At the core of the story is an exhibition...

It's a good place to think. The bench. To mull over ideas. That's my madness. Everywhere I look I see patterns. Patterns are someone's idea, someone's creation. Order is recklessly rearranging the furniture...

I don't know if I said something wrong. But Paul changed. He wasn't the Paul in the club. He started to act rough. He reached for the empty bottle of wine and smacked me on the head. I laid there for...

In 2016 I buried my mother. I buried a world that had been reduced to a whisper. Two world wars, the roaring twenties, the great depression, the fifties, elvis presley. All a whisper. And I heard my mother...

We measure our lives in years, months, days, seconds. Time does not move. All measurement is a memory. Some memories are true. April made up her own story. I was there. I know she's telling the truth.

"My name is Freddy or Willy or George. I invented history. Before me it was a bunch of things falling apart. There was no order. Catholicism and chaos." The story of one of the great mind of Western Culture,...

I met Matthew Chambers in a cafe in a small village of Hamme, Belgium. We talked on several occasions and always I had the impression that he was a man who was being pursued. I knew not by whom. And then...

There is shame. Embarrassment. Fear. What if someone finds out.The monster comes home to an empty house. He goes to the attic where he opens a chest. And rummages around in it. He takes out a rope. Throws...

A life of ambition leads a great man to destroy everything around him.

"The stain on the cement stared back at me. I wanted to go home and get a pail of hot water and wash it off. Several ants were grazing on it. I looked around. Everything was the same as it had been a...

"I was afraid of everything. My mother was always warning me about the world out there. I had to stay close to home. Sandra was also warned but her reaction was different. There are men out there who...

A moment caught. An angry aside. Two people glance at each other on the subway and never see each other again. A piece of conversation drifting passed. A question is asked. But no answer is heard. The...

Murder is a book that unwinds like a movie with each poem a scene. We open with an introduction to the killer followed by the killer's introduction to the victim at the murder scene. We read a report...

Across the hydro field butterflies, rags of yellow, white, orange, were tossed by the breeze from milkwood to milkwood. Dogs ran free, tearing through the long grass after unseen prey sometimes leaping...

There was a white van. Inside were four bank robbers. Next door to the bank was a restaurant. A pregnant woman worked in the restaurant. She was the wife of a detective. Outside the window she could see...

I went to an all boys Catholic high school. Boys from many different backgrounds. Rich and poor. In uniforms. Controlled by a series of rules on conduct and appearance. Our English teacher introduced...

I wait. It feels like my life no longer belongs to me. I wait for Aristotle to go to sleep. I cook dinner. I wait for Frank to come home. We eat. Frank talks about what some kid said in his class today....

I am losing my voice. Words. Vocabulary. I am forgetting what things are called. 'Thing' is my go to word. It is not Alzheimer. It is something else. Something worse.My skin is getting looser. Sometimes...

I can never sleep. Soon as my head hits the pillow, my brain turns on. Ideas. Things that you can never imagine yourself thinking. For months I used to worry about my airplane. There's a small airport...

There is a special place in hell for mothers. It is on Earth. Doreen Henderson lingered for months in a dark place few could understand. The psychiatrists called it post-traumatic syndrome. A young woman,...

Children have nightmares. They wake up in a sweat and cry out for their mothers. A village can have nightmares too. The villagers wake up and cry out for each other. These stories are about that nightmare.Mackenzie...

Sometimes I can't remember what he looked like. Before my mom died. He seemed stronger back then. Taller. It's like when my mom died something inside my father caved in. Waking up, I can hear my old man...

The Trailer is a novelette, Part of a multi series of books under the banner THE INVISIBLE MAN. This story concerns a retired cop who now works as a crossing guard and has become the object of two students'...

The 8-bit home computer Commodore 64 was introduced into the market place in January, 1982. Volume production started sometime in the spring of 1982, with machines being released on to the market in August...

Most of the time I feel hollow. There is no real me. Like an open window the wind blows through. And that is what the night is like. The noise lowers. I feel peaceful. Out of time.Winter is nirvana. The...