Howard pushed his shopping cart down the wide, clean aisles of the Havelock’s oversized grocery store. The metal cage rattled in front of him, almost empty. It was only November, but, to the left and right, shelves had already started …
She was undeniably warm-blooded. He had it all over him.
Ron. Lavalette is a very widely-published writer living on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, land of the fur-bearing lake trout and the bilingual stop sign. His first chapbook, …
Hap Davis had always been a cowboy. His first memory was riding up front his dad in the saddle on the Whitehorse Ranch. Later he followed along on his own pony over in the Alvord Country, and he’d been riding …
On the field somebody calls for the ball, yelling, “Xavier! Xavier!,” and hearing the name makes Rosemary mad all over again. Adam had lied to her. A straight-out, bold-faced lie. Lies plural. Even after the third library notice …
Will squints over the top of the Sunday paper.
He just finished reading aloud a short piece about a recent ‘reveal all’ book in the UK. It was a collection of actual love letters, written by politicians, celebrities and theatre …
Mystique died of food-poisoning. The Red Food dyes I had ordered weren’t really for food. And although the town hospital was only minutes away, fortunately, time failed us.
“Tick-tok, Tick-tok. Time passed, time arrived, time flying. Time and time again, …
She took her book to the meadow to read in the fading afternoon light. The day was temperate. Around her the sounds of insects and bees predominated. Their drone made her sleepy and her eyes swam as she read.…
The fluttering in her chest began as she entered the destination address into her phone. There was no pain but a distinct uneasy feeling that spread to her diaphragm and transformed into a mass of swirling butterflies. …
I hadn’t found a place to live yet, and was crashing on someone’s couch. Staying up all night to tour the city was a welcome change from feeling almost homeless and certainly rootless. Late night, there are no lines to …
When my son-in-law, Taylor, described how his children’s varied personalities were demonstrated on a recent hike, I began to wonder at what age career paths could be determined. Will Hannah, age five, who wanted to organize the play and tell …