I’m finally retired and have time to excavate our ruined basement. It was once a great place to entertain–field-stone fireplace, wet bar, burnt orange 70s carpeting. There was a tiled laundry-room, spare bedroom, drop ceilings, dark paneling. Beginning with my …
“That’s it!” Sherry said. She tried to wipe the clump of mud off the side of her face but only ended up smearing it further up her cheekbone. “I’m out of here.”
“Aw, come on,” Cole said. “Don’t be like …
Oreo explores,
knocking all down in his path,
testing gravity.
Ken Gosse prefers writing light verse with meter and rhyme. First published in FLR–East in 2016 and since then by Pure Slush, Spillwords, The Ekphrastic Review, and others. Raised in …
We’d decided to meet up on the far side of the Moor. Me and Sophie. All very innocent, we were practically neighbours. We were just neighbours, classmates, friends. We just happened to be going to the same thing at the …
He was holding his portable oxygen machine under one arm. It was the first time I’d seen David with his breathing tubes in.
We’d known each other since middle school, but our friendship had deepened when we shared a Geometry …
A worm of doubt has begun to creep in, to worm its wormy way toward the core, the sour apple core, of Tedworth Gribblesby. Toward the heart that beats in service to billions. Not just the heart, though, but also …
I acquired my first pair of earrings at the age of 6 months when my mother, an Eastern European Jew, had my ears pierced and a miniature of her own gold hoops inserted. Many women I passed in my Brooklyn …