Over the falls
The light glinted, scattering a rainbow through the water droplets. Suddenly shot through with purpose, each knew epiphany. There was more to existence than falling; they had once been part of a mighty river and would be again—and how joyous that reunion! With the rising sun, the waterfall burst into a kind of brilliantly colorful awareness, and no drop fell alone.
There is a man sitting on a park bench in a bad part of Newark waiting for the day we figure out that the number line is cyclical. His daughter never calls anymore, but at least he knows the pigeons by name.
A nap in the sun
I fell asleep for years, but only my dreams kept track. Time was busy elsewhere, toying with separated lovers, as it does.
Like a Depraved Etymologist
He breathed heavily and disturbingly close to her left ear, but she didn’t dare move, not yet. The exhalation smelled of cigarettes and bottom-shelf-boozey vomit; it was the kind of warm that gives you chills. With a phlegmy catch, he took a breath and whispered, “Sometimes, late at night, when I’m all alone and I know I won’t be disturbed, I like to just take words and...
The Day After Love Day
“I’m pregnant, Johnny. I’m pregnant, and you’re the father.” Johnny gives his racily-dressed girlfriend, Lillith, a look up and down. With his right ring finger he dabs the lipstick at the left corner of his mouth, looks at his finger, rubs the red around with his thumb until it’s gone, and then shoots a dark-mascara-eyed look at Lillith. “Well, what do you want to do about it...
Leaving Hi-Ho's Deli
“You’re special.” I’ve only heard that twice, and the second time was from my mother who added, “You stupid, lucky bitch.” That was the last thing she said to me before, well, we’ll get to that in a moment. The first time I was told I was special – wait, sorry, I guess I’ve heard it three times. The first time was a Nike advertisement. It started off with a woman running on a dirt path....
And then you woke up
One of these days, the whole of humanity will wake up to the revelation that it’s all been an elaborate hoax, that these things we chase are only given meaning because we choose to believe in them and are, in fact, the twisted machinations of seven billion isolated minds overwrought by a profound loneliness and desire only to be loved. But nothing will change. No one will say a word, except...