June’s Toothbrush


Fiction

It sounded like a simple thing when she said it to me. So simple that it makes me wonder why I, or anyone, thought in any other way about it given our situation. It was so simple, I just had to give in even though everything I had been taught was screaming to not let […]

September 12, 2013

The Life of Charles Wright


Fiction

May the Angels lead thee into Paradise; may the Martyrs receive thee at thy coming and take thee to Jerusalem, the holy city. May the choirs of the Angels receive thee, and mayest thou with once poor Lazarus, have rest everlasting. Amen. The Old Country The grass still had dew upon it; the sun hadn’t […]

April 21, 2010

Charles Wright – Part 2


Fiction

Overseas I was sitting at home, by the fire listening to the radio when I heard what happened. The Japs attacked one of our military bases on the island of Hawaii. I was sitting in my arm chair, finishing reading the Sunday paper and I didn’t hear the first announcement. Gus did, he leaned over […]

February 21, 2010

Charles Wright


Fiction

May the Angels lead thee into Paradise; may the Martyrs receive thee at thy coming and take thee to Jerusalem, the holy city. May the choirs of the Angels receive thee, and mayest thou with once poor Lazarus, have rest everlasting. Amen. The grass still had dew upon it, the sun hadn’t rose enough to […]

January 24, 2010

Charles Wright


Fiction

The neighbors talk about the old country in a way that makes me picture everything about it overlaid with a golden screen. It’s always ‘in the old country this’ or ‘in the old country that’ and you would think that these people were crazy for leaving such a beloved land. Not me. No, don’t think […]

January 24, 2010

Michael’s Jersey


Fiction

Michael was born first, that’s just how it happened. In the three and a half years before I was born I’m told Michael was treated as a prince. There are shoe boxes full of photos to confirm this. Photo albums are stuffed with Michael’s chubby, smiling face sitting above Mickey Mouse shirts and his bare […]

December 13, 2009

Michael


Fiction

Michael was born in June 1984. He was the first born. Lizzi followed twenty-three months later in 1986. More than three and a half years after Michael, I was born. In the three and a half years before I was born I’m told Michael was treated as a prince. There are shoe boxes full of […]

December 11, 2009

Michael


Fiction

Michael was born in June 1984. He was the first born. Lizzi followed twenty-three months later in 1986. More than three and a half years after Michael, I was born. In the three and a half years before I was born I’m told Michael was treated as a prince. There are shoe boxes full of […]

December 10, 2009

Michael


Fiction

Michael was born in June 1984. He was the first born. Lizzi followed twenty-three months later in 1986. More than three and a half years after Michael, I was born. In these three and a half years Michael was treated as a prince, I’m told. The shoe boxes full of photos confirm this. Albums and […]

November 15, 2009

Mr. Munroe’s Freshman Experience


Fiction

Sept 3 Dear journal, Hi, it’s Kevin. I don’t want to write in this by Mr. Munroe is making us write for fifteen minutes in homeroom every day. I don’t know if I like him yet. He keeps talking about us recording the freshman experience. I don’t like it. Why should I be forced to […]

October 18, 2009