Jack and Beans Talk

The elevators at Kemper Projects were death traps, always getting stuck, rattling and shuddering on the way up, free falling on the way down. They smelled just barely better than the stairwells, and up until a few weeks ago, I never had much use for them. That was before Beans wanted me to join his … More Jack and Beans Talk

Alligator Andy

“Cancelled? How?” Andy asked through a mouthful of donut dust. Lana, his producer, swatted at a mosquito. “Look Andy. I don’t make these decisions. But you had to know…I mean the ratings were dismal.” She took a step back. “And what are you doing? We’re in the Everglades.” Alligator Andy took a look around. At … More Alligator Andy


Papa stood over us, heaving and red-faced, his jowls swinging and his ears smoking. Well, the smoke could’ve have been the from kitchen, as Grandma was standing in the doorway, her mouth clamped and her lips drawn tight, unconcerned with whatever was going on at the oven. My attention snapped back to Papa as he … More Spent


A Continuation of Love and Propane   Well, obviously this guy is a maniac. What makes you say that, Barb? Just look at his note. The loopy swirl, all the flourish, then, whammo, shitzo block print. Upper case, lower case. No contact with reality. I’ll lock this sucker up on aesthetics alone. Now let’s take … More Penmanship

The Melvin Memoirs

Nita Simmons sat in Mr. Abrams’ office, trying to slink low in a chair designed to prevent slinking. The morning sunlight taunted her from the window, flickering through budding dogwoods before splashing onto her principal’s hunched shoulders as Nita’s favorite teacher, and editor of the school newspaper, defended her credibility. “As I’ve said, Nita’s story … More The Melvin Memoirs


When she spotted me, I looked  around like I had no idea how I’d gotten to the pond. Maybe Old Higgins felt the same way. He never budged, even as Lia came buzzing with energy, her bare feet slapping the planks of the dock as she came at me. “Preacher Higgins is going to baptize … More Lia


I wake up the same. On the same day as any other. Tired as I roll out of bed, my alarm taunting me from the corner. I envy the shadowy corners of dawn in my room, as I float into my clothes and through the house, slogging through my tasteless breakfast as Mom scrambles around … More Seen