Short Story 5: He played jazz on the Brooklyn Bridge by D

She poured a bubbly glass of champagne. Three illuminated lights did flicker just enough to see several black birds flutter, tweet and kiss. One could hear a familiar melody in the distance and the smell of hot water corn bread was about the air. This was a special moment marked by the departure of him, [...]

Short Story 4: This is Not About Her by D

I listened to all of the midnight noise, yet her pedantic movements softened me to sleep. For some reason I always find myself writing about her or perhaps the midnight noise is my excuse. I cannot fathom a more appealing circumstance for which I am to be happy. I understand full well that my curiosity [...]

Short Story 3: Jan is the Man by D

Jan was not the most significant person in the family, although she possessed and uncanny ability to perform significant tasks related to jovial bonding with her family. She knew however that she would never be the elder of the family nor would any elder ever consult with her about important family decisions. She had arranged [...]

Short Story 2: Burlesque Insanity by D

“If an essay is too simple, a reader may conclude there isn’t much to the work after all: hence the need to be just a little extravagant. Tone matters, and so does a suspension of full argument in favor of open-ended evocation.” – James Elkins BURLESQUE INSANITY In the short distance of the wheaten knoll, [...]

Short Story 1: A Particular Fascination with a Twist by D

There sat a man, tweed and all, embraced by the dusk, wafting in the coarse smell of espresso. He began to speak and speak he did, fast. We did hear and we assumed his consuming attention. His entirety remains calm and yet his tie beckons our evermore. He is a fine dressed chap of even [...]