The convenience store is five blocks from home. I stop there often after work, and the manager smiles at me when I enter because I’m one of those husbands who after filling up with gas, stops in for soda, snacks, or anything else…
I am peering through my camera at an empty chair next to a mostly empty motel swimming pool.
A year since we bought the house along the river and weeks since it rained. But now, thunderstorms crackle the edges of sky…
Next to the girl will be a black trash bag, stretched at the neck and torn in several places, where the contents – all of her worldly possessions…
The trouble with loving poets is that they leave a long paper trail. They want you to read it, too.
A device called a transducer picks up echoes of sound waves as they bounce off the different parts of the heart.
He’s not in the yard. My chest grows tight, and I run down the block, calling for him. What will he do if he is lost? He’s only five.
It’s true what they say. It’s rarely good when your phone rings after midnight.
At first, I was nervous to read David Brubaker’s Liberace’s Filipino Cousin…. I was nervous because of my own preconceptions…
… every time she sat down at a computer, the blank page and blinking cursor questioned her: “Why are you writing this story?”
