The Voice in the Closet ( Part 2) |
The chair was as empty as the park on a rainy day. It seemed almost to be a statue, built for seeing pleasure and not sitting. I told myself to take a breath, and another, until my heart rate slowed t...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Oct 2007 13:25:00 GMT |
The Whisk |
Someone is trying to kill me. Two days ago, when leaving to meet a breakfast party, I opened my apartment door to find a strange instrument abandoned on the floor. At first glance it appeared to be ga...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 10:39:00 GMT |
The Little Voice in the Closet |
I was sitting in my favorite chair. The day was like any other day; I came home from work, set my mail on the kitchen table, and headed for the chair. Puck moseyed in from the bedroom to welcome me ho...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 12:26:00 GMT |
Bar Fly |
This isn't a coming-of-age story, it's a Christ-figure story; I am saving myself. Life starts when you get out of bed, when my feet touch the floor I am making history, my history. I'm a s...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 13:33:00 GMT |
