Fiction

    Animals talk at midnight, midnight on Christmas Eve. Or so I was told by Reverend Flanders of the First Presbyterian Church. It was one of the things he said that I truly believed.     But I refused to believe...

    “I see a traffic light and I break out in hives. They’re always changing. You never know what’s going to come next. One second they’re green. Then who knows what.” Roy nodded. A nod that said he had...

      Brian McKenna slowly counted a dozen roses in the crystal vase atop the now empty office desk. Their crimson color gave him a sense of comfort, like a red beacon marking a return to a sheltered harbor.   ...

We were startled by raccoons making a racket in the middle of the night in the kitchen eating Marmite and cat kibble Luden’s cough drops too (did they have the sniffles?) We scared the raccoons with tennis rackets in the middle of...

1989     Wild turkeys, dull brown and nondescript except for their bizarre prehistoric configuration, strange bulk, unexpected arrival, walk presumptuously up the long driveway toward the house. The sun is trying its best to warm the...

    The words came out of my mouth exactly the way my older and only brother, Jim, had enthusiastically demonstrated.     “Shut it, fat boy!” I firmly said.

    “If we miss the boat, goddammit, it’s your fault,” warned Dad as he floored the pedal of his prized ’55 Buick convertible to 70 in the slow zone known as a speed trap. It was the final stretch of the race...

When the colors turn how we love to watch your Redbirds take flight your Red Sox gallivant but one could only find but one African-American sprinting on your green grass sitting on your wooden bench is that not a black eye on your...

    This morning: A tree down on every other street blocking the roads I traveled in Queens.     This evening: A tree down on every other street blocking the roads I traveled in Queens.     Last...