Summer of Love:
In 1967, the “summer of love,” I was a sixteen-year-old-middle-class-White-boy-hippie-wannabe. Long hair, loud music, unshakeable opinions...Read the story
On Moving On
Moving on is never easy. That's especially true in a pandemic.
The only Good Vampire--
A REALLY short story.
Squashing a Grasshopper—
Moving ahead in one's career can be a ruthless business. Has our protagonist figured it out?
The English-Only Rule—
The daughter of Polish immigrants comes of age during the Depression.
A dying man wonders what his final thought will be. "Something big, I hope. Something important."
Elegy—What's it like to have something important to say, but no way to say it?
Hemingway Would Understand—A macho uncle, a 12-year-old boy and a gun. What could go wrong?
Ecce Romo--Memories are tricky. Controlling how you'll be remembered can be trickier, still.
Broken Hearts— An alien reveals her true self to her earth boyfriend. It's not easy being purple.
Lost in Pittsburgh, a Flash Novel All chapters now avaialable!
Why are any of us here? Where do any of us belong?
This story is just slightly longer than its title.
The Laughing Monarch-- Life's big questions drive an insect buggy...
Raptured—Getting fired in this workplace occurs at the end of the day. By morning, all evidence one ever worked there will have been erased. Tragedy?
Four-One-One-- An old rotary phone triggers memories for a grieving woman. Some are pleasant. Others, well…read for yourself.
The Truth about Truth—Sometimes the truth sets you free. Other times…
Bigger Lies are Coming--Things that happen when your brain lies to you
Darwin's Monkey: Would you turn in your boss to move up the corporate evolutionary ladder?
Honest Abe’s Two Cents…And a Question
Who were those three guys, and what happened to them afterward?
Babysitting Michael—A pair of aging hippies demonstrate non-violent confrontation for their young grandson. Remember Chicago in '68?
Jazzy, Jacquest Barzun and Baseball
Jazzy had first learned English by reading and her vocabulary could sound strange to my American ears. Words like suitor, betrothal, nuptials.
But when Jazzy meant love, that was the word she used. As in her final message, just before the World Trade Center’s North Tower collapsed: “Joe! I love you and always will!” Read the rest of the story.