Category Archives: Fiction

“It’s not like the sex is any good, or he’s the father of your kids, or anything,” Mal said. “Malcolm!” Winnie made like she was going to toss her water at him. “No, Winnie. He’s right.” Angie used her hands … Continue reading →

They couldn’t believe they’d let so much time pass. They were shocked at how quickly it went. The three of them had been inseparable in college, incorrigible in Israel, and full of plans when they returned home, twenty-two and immortal. … Continue reading →

“Bathroom’s all yours, Mom.” Sharon strides silk-aswish into her favorite room. She makes music water on water, and lovely in the mirror. She takes a hundred moments to appreciate herself. Then she thinks again about Saul’s prose. He writes well. … Continue reading →

Sharon being the oldest child observed her parents. Being the daughter the reader, she kept a diary. She took notes. She is fortunate to have parents long into her life, and she is able to see them in perspective. Watching … Continue reading →

Sometimes they go too far. Into the rarified air of their art. Painters do it, with cubes and splashes and excursions into the process. Composers do it, at the edges of variations, around the corners of jazz. Decadents do it, … Continue reading →

We both slept in a little. I kept thinking about Jase and Lani, and probably the subject kept David up too. It was after 10 when we hit the kitchen, and David started making the usual pancakes and twisted bacon … Continue reading →

Jason is a jerk. He has been angry all his life (I’m only five years older than him, and I remember him rearing back in anger as a babe-in-arms, trying to bite us when he got frustrated, throwing his ever-fattening … Continue reading →

My uncle David is the nicest guy I know. Mom says that’s because Grandma was depressed when he was little, and David could make her smile by acting cute and lovable, but all of that took place 50 years ago, … Continue reading →

“I get it now. I know she wasn’t a virgin. But I have no idea why she lied to me.” “Come on. For the same reason a man would lie about sex. More or less. To create or avoid reputation.” … Continue reading →

I guess the crisis with my cousins came when I was twelve. That’s when they really got into scrubland hunting, and I became a pacifist. They’d take their air guns and hike behind their houses to the undeveloped low mesa. … Continue reading →