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Wilkerson went about his business, such as it was which is to say not very much. Wilkerson’s days were like that now, had been for several years in fact. His business was puttering about, extending the mundane into the profound. … Continue reading →

There’s a stage in the life of a man, when in the middle of a fall afternoon, likely a Friday, he’s in his yard raking leaves maybe, or getting the mail. He’s not wearing a stretched-out cardigan, one with those … Continue reading →

Albert Siegel had a day off, a miserable Monday, and risked going out for a walk in the park not yet off limits. Even as he walked the paths, he noticed the very few other walkers hurried along, heads bent … Continue reading →

Some people said good night or words to that effect. Some nodded their heads as if acknowledging my humanity. A couple of young things smiled, almost shyly, and hurried out. I figured they felt guilty or something that I was … Continue reading →

The barn smelled of its occupants — a cow, a pig, a half dozen piglets, some chickens, and a swayback horse whose eyes were perpetually closed in the hope of being left to sleep. There was also the slightly sweet-sour … Continue reading →

Geoffrey Lewis looked south where the clouds had gone greyer and lower. Nothing. He listened for the helicopter. Maybe with weather coming in, they’d take the big aluminum boat with the warm cuddy cabin. But all he heard were waves … Continue reading →

We all have regrets. Coulda, woulda, shoulda…fill in the blank. It drives some people into insanity. Or into therapy. Or worse. Coulda, woulda, shoulda. Shoulda is the worst of the trio. I should have done this, but I did that … Continue reading →

The smiles of the small crowd on the street disappeared faster than the people who hurried away from the boys in the brown outfits. Yelling profanities despite the presence of children who’d been enjoying the man’s show, they kicked his … Continue reading →

The faded remnants of the 14th Brooklyn marched across a freshly harvested cornfield, the dried stalks stabbing at their legs.  Beetles and aphids, stink bugs and mosquitoes, rose from the rotting husks. And dust. Dust lifted with every step, covering … Continue reading →