fiction

   His mother wanted him to come back to Ireland. He wasn’t ready to return. But he (always) weakened. Mothers can do that to you.
    On the trip that he told me about first, the story started with a...

   The Star welcomes submissions for its fiction or memoir, and nonfiction “Guestwords,” columns. They can be sent by e-mail to submissions@ehstar. com.
    Writers are encouraged to provide pieces...

This morning the sun souses
and shimmers through trees swaying

in an arc over a road I’ve never before
noticed called Millstone: two syllables,

accrued weight. Soon leaves
will flame and...

   Henry Rendino was such a good-looking kid — warm skin that was almost the same color as his blondish hair and big green eyes . . . always loved green eyes. I’m not sure when I first became aware of him. He probably went...

   The Star welcomes submissions of essays for its “Guestwords” column, of between 700 and 1,200 words, and of short fiction, between 1,000 and 2,000 words.
Authors can either e-mail their pieces (in text or Word...

   C­arrie almost missed the train. Had she not been quite so arresting — dark brown eyes, dark brown hair setting off her classic features — the conductor might well have waved the train on. She thanked him, scurried...

   As a boy, I ran everywhere I went. An errand, any passage from one place to another, was an exercise in speed and agility. A trip to the grocer or butcher was punctuated with bursts of acceleration during which I felt the...

   He turned into his driveway and, as he always did, he paused a second to look at the house. It was an awesome three-story structure of brick and stone. He let his eyes caress its architectural splendor. Sets of triple columns...

   The job changed after the Garbage Aberration Act. Any indication of addiction or fixation found in your garbage could lead to mandatory treatment. Nowadays, everyone was in one 12-step program or another. These autonomous programs...