Rupert Dakota had a brown thumb, and a pile of potatoes higher than a haystack. As high as the sky. Without buyers.
Rupert stood at the entrance to what they called the cellar, looking at the expanse of potatoes. Whatever …
When Abel was a young boy the Workmen’s Circle cemetery was a magical place, a jungle of sprawling weeds, untamed bushes, and wild ailanthus trees. During family burials he imagined that animals were looking on, listening to the Hebrew words …
They say that when someone goes out of your life, they go out of your memory. I will tell you that it is not true. I had convinced myself it was true, but it wasn’t. I can vouch for that. …
I’m twirling and shimmering in the Fall morning sunlight. The urge to move on has been nipping at me like the cool breezes rapidly growing colder. My stem is brittle and barely hanging on to the branch I’ve called home …
Her hair was extremely white, and stood high above her head effortlessly. Her eyes were pitch black; Not a single speck of light or color could be seen in those charcoal buttons. They had a certain emotion to them; an …
She nudged her husband with her elbow. Then pointed to the statue of Our Lady of Assumption.
“She never died, you know.”
The husband looked at the statue, then at his wife and rolled his eyes.
“Well, I guess the …
“If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.”
His mother’s words reached out to him through many years. The timbre of her voice was still vibrant and lyrical, as if she hadn’t been dead for nigh on four decades.
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Tonight, the bowl of ramen you served me felt like part of some greater plot. What’s in this stuff, I asked. You were always busy cooking up more ramen noodles, stirring in spice mix, making sure I knew that this …
I make no pretense at being a writer, so what I relate here may not come out right. It’s patchy. Ideas jump around. Everything’s unsettled—no conclusion. People show up, don’t appear again. Time skips from now to whenever. Terrible way …
Dear Molly,
I am terribly sorry to hear about the death of your mother. She was a fine woman whom I got to know intimately during the thirty years we lived together. That she died so soon after your father …