fiction

black swallows day
behind the deck
she flips the switch
displays an acre of woods
enchanted
and someone’s outline
smacks of her father
undead
far as a high fly
on the vapory...

   The best day of my life began with the worst hangover. It could have been the last day of my life if not for a chance meeting that forever changed my life. In July 1985, in the shadow of the Garden City Hotel on Stewart Avenue in...

   The night before we came to stay with Grandma, Dad woke me, pulling on the sleeve of my pajamas. I followed him into the kitchen where he offered me a handful from a bag that he must have brought home from the V.F.W. hall where he...

   Six summers ago, two weeks before Hampton Classic week, a friend who owns a bed and breakfast in East Hampton referred a woman to me who was “desperate to find a place to stay during the horse show.” The previous summer...

   A peculiar thing happens to people after they turn 40: inhibitions fall away faster than hair follicles. Self-discovery becomes the rage and formerly sane people run out to get tattoos, climb mountains, and traverse the country by...

   On the small table in the den lay a piece of mail that Pinchik had seen the day before but hadn’t touched. Now he circled the table looking at the envelope as though it were a ticking bomb. The envelope had an odd shape but...

   My intention is to crash on the couch and watch television all night long, but Chuck opens his mouth and changes those plans.

Part Two

   Mrs. Murphy had grown uneasy about her flag. Hard to say when it started, but one morning in March she walked onto her porch and took it off the pole attached to her house.
    “Yes,” she nodded to...