Across
Across the street there is a pie cooling on a windowsill. It smells of berries. The red kinds. Before too long I’ll have to close my window, because I can’t […]
Across the street there is a pie cooling on a windowsill. It smells of berries. The red kinds. Before too long I’ll have to close my window, because I can’t […]
Around 2008, 2009, when the economy was just terrible, a lot of us in Las Vegas watched our friends disappear. We didn’t lose them per se, we just stopped seeing […]
It was the early ’60s. 2162, as I recall. The Petersons had just purchased a sleek little number, a black aciform skyrocket, and Hernan Peterson parked it proudly on the […]
My neighbor and I had a disagreement about a section of garden that abutted his property. It was my garden, and my trellis in particular that sparked the disagreement. Our […]