I Suddenly there were clementines on the tundra, although no-one could say from where they had come. The small round oranges were obscene against the flat bright landscape, the white-dusted ground broken only by the pockmarks of frozen lakes. Nina Simone (That’s what her parents had named her- her parents, who had met in Budapest) … Continue reading Solstice
Fiction
The Tree
Dear Reader! Another nice story for you. Fiction. Now without the angry rant. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------The Tree------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Madeline finds the tree on a Wednesday. She is walking. The tree, its trunk massive, its bark like elephant skin, is on Gantenbien and Shaver. The tree is behind a small board fence, and its limbs extend out … Continue reading The Tree
Ruby
The day that Jules’ dog died, he drove his truck down to the Oconee river and parked it in the poplar trees along to the bank. It was springtime, and the grass was dotted with white daises and small yellow flowers whose names he did not know. The vet had given Jules a small plastic … Continue reading Ruby
This is the first time I have ever been published by someone other than myself.
I've got a story in Rolling Thunder #8, the Fall issue. It's magical realism, a total winner, and has never come within fifteen feet of the internet. The story features Pie, Pie With Ice Cream, An Invisible Snare Drum, The Thing That Cannot Be Everything, and has cameos by Dude In A Pickup Truck and … Continue reading This is the first time I have ever been published by someone other than myself.
Turducken
Friends- I have for you another rhyming, fantastical tale, written several years ago in the fall, back in the murky era before this blog- a sort of land before time, made up of dog-eared warm xeroxed pages and a large funnel that went straight from my wallet-pocket into the copy machines at kinko's. An old … Continue reading Turducken
From The Vaults
A rhyming story about decomposition------------------------------------------Cup-Tin and the Old Woman------------------------------------------One day in the spring, when all things were growingour young friend, Cup-tin, in the forest was roamingshe whistled a tune as she walked through the moss,not caring at all that she had become lostAt length the trees opened and gave way to grassShe was thinking of … Continue reading From The Vaults
Phillip’s Story
Philip Sockman the sockmonkey needed some Hawthorne flowers for her rucksack. The Hawthorne trees in the city weren’t yet flowering, so Philip went to the Herb Shoppe to get dried Hawthorne flowers from a big glass jar, a whole rucksack full. She had a stack of quarters in his rucksack that was the width of … Continue reading Phillip’s Story
CARROT QUINN 
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