First of all, the eggs in my dream were not in their carton. They stood upright, transfixed inside my fridge, side by side as if a married couple on their porch. Who knows what they were looking at? Perhaps each other. Observing them, they struck me as enigmatic, and so of course I thought ofContinue reading “Two Eggs”
A large sculpture in the library lobby purposely leaned at a slant on a pedestal to give it the effect of falling. It made me think of nodding off. People sat at tables — some read, some spoke, but it was hard to make out what anyone was saying. Their indecipherable voices carried up highContinue reading “No one likes to memorize math”
Mr. Mustachio is basically a walking / talking, bristly & dark-haired mustache who is debuting a cable TV show. A round beverage coaster who wears a sombrero on occasion, his show will be titled, Drinks Are On Me. He will discuss cocktails and other mixed libations during segments, which will be filmed on a kitchenContinue reading “Mr. Mustachio”
My micro fiction piece Coffee Lover is included in formercactus’ issue 4 , dedicated to micro and chock full of contributors. She accepted the dishwasher job at the cafe because she liked the way soapy water smelled as it mingled with coffee, creating a creamy & fragrant mahogany brew. Permalink to my story is here.
The building in Bronxville, N.Y., where he lived helped me fall madly in love with him: close to my apartment, ivy thriving on masonry walls and cobblestone stairs. Crispy honeylocust and Norway maple leaves speckling the sidewalk in fall. Across the street, a clothing shop called the Yum Yum Tree, along with mom-and-pop eateries and a gift shop. A ChineseContinue reading “boston ivy”