by Norman Belanger “Oh for cripe’s sake, would you look at that!” Her first sip of soup ends up mostly on the front of her Easter blouse. She daps the tip of her napkin in a water glass, blots at the red stain on floral silk. “For Christ’s sake!” Nearly…
by Michael Sandler As I approached he stood haltingly, kyphotic and aged. Perhaps he saw my chest thrust, rodding my back as if to overcome the torque of my own crooking hinge, its rust and abrade. Over appetizers and wine, disquiet ran in background mode while routine smiles and talk…
by Mia Sara If you’re waiting for deliverance, better call UPS. If you’re waiting for UPS, look out for the green truck. If you’re bored of looking, try leaping off the edge. If you’re tired of the falling, better find a safety net. If you’re waiting for a safety net,…