RoadKill

David Estringel Sitting and lazily swiveling in my broken leatherette desk chair, I looked around my office, searching its contents for some sense of purpose for being there, but much to no avail.  Brown bookcases…

An Actor Prepares

Gary Beck “Not like that, Andrew,” Eliot whined for the fourth time. “You’re supposed to be having a nervous breakdown. You have to look it, not just say the lines.”…

The Chair

Miki Lentin Jerry sat on the toilet listening to BBC Radio Five Live. He was holding the ‘guidance for patients’ leaflet on photocopied, stapled white A4 sheets of paper. Lucy,…

Joshua

I heard, today, that you died  nine years ago.   My friend wasn’t sure—  said he heard whispers–  so he asked for your last name,  but I couldn’t remember  no matter how hard…

Wheelbarrow

I thinkof William Carlos Williamshis oval, clean-shaven headthe way it appeared on the cover of one of his booksHe was from Paterson, New Jerseywhere I grew up There was a…