Category Archives: Fiction

Lanie was surprised that so few of her women friends had babies. That so few of the guys had careers. Not only did no one she knew grow wiser with age; the common consensus was that any good idea had … Continue reading →

Lanie works in stories. She records episodes in her diary from her experiences or from what people tell her, which makes her remember them, which prompts her to tell them again, better, to others, which often results in others telling … Continue reading →

A big part of the problem was Jeannie herself. Her head. They had to tread carefully around this one. The report did mention her aneurysm; it says the accident was definitely the direct cause of the concussion, but all parties … Continue reading →

It was a freak accident. It never should have happened. The forensic people have finished their work now, and they say it took a perfect conjunction of unlikely events. But the fact is, an office elevator fell last month. And … Continue reading →

I saw him last night. He was dressed up, in his way. Wearing his crow and even an eye patch. It always amuses me when he wears the patch. Gives him a rakish look. Implies that he can see something. … Continue reading →

Ty tells me all birds talk and no birds talk. He says they have separate valves on their bronchiae, so they can warble two simultaneous but different wavering tones, and those two tones fool our brains into hearing words. It’s … Continue reading →

Crazy people walk here. Not dangerous-crazy, though some are clearly off their meds. More like bizarre-crazy. I looked up “bizarre.” My dictionary says it comes from the Basque “bizar,” for “beard.” I live in Berkeley. I was born and raised … Continue reading →

“The thing is,” Denise would start her speeches to Dinah, forefinger aimed like a pistol shaking with her vehemence. “The thing is …” She stabbed the air with those words. She’d be bouncing naked on her twin bed, on her … Continue reading →

Berkeley. September 1967. Dinah selected the dormitory site unseen, solely for its proximity to Telegraph Ave. She and her best friend Mary had been parentally prohibited from sharing a room, owing to a recent (chaste) misadventure involving a bonfire and … Continue reading →

In the first times, after earth was decanted from the universal fluid but long before crops, when chaos abounded and organization came slowly, Prometheus was. Man-maker after all else, he’d gifted the goods away by the time he came to … Continue reading →