Category: Writings

Mitzy and the Butterfly

And as quickly begun, it was finished. White magic. My little sister. Gone. The girl rose and stood in the centre of the overgrown boxwood Maze, no longer…

Eye Spy

“Something green.” “What’s that, sweetheart?” I’m back to the present. Soccer practice. We’re off to soccer practice. Susie cocks her head sideways. I wonder if she should be…

Love Potion Number 11

The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up. I stared at my hand. Love Potion Number 11. I thought it was a joke. Damn you,…

Guilt

“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up. I stared at the phone. Unknown number. Who the Hell? This was the third day in a…

Haley’s Tree

A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house. I’d scamper as quietly as I could in the early evenings that last summer before Dad died. He’d…

The Gymnast

The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in impossibility.

Six Minutes

That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark. Six long minutes.

At Night

I lay awake on the top bunk, listening to my brother’s rhythmic-breathing below me, desperately wishing sleep to overtake me. I wonder if the wormy sparks and swimming…

From the Window

Elvis has left the building. That’s what they say every time the ambulance shows up without lights and sirens. Of course, no one but Larry and me know…

Buckethead

Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we? Yes, you can leave your shoes on. My word! That’s quite…

Eddie Zovinovich

No one could pronounce my last name growing up. Eddie Zovinovich. How fucking hard is that? Back in the eighth grade, Pete Tomilson and his croonies ruled the…