Category Archives: Fiction

Identity

A man of letters attempts to speak with precision or to persuade the heart.  To utter words that cut truth from falsity, or to cloak truth and stir feeling by propaganda.  For either, a trial by peers provides the verdict

Identity

A man of letters attempts to speak with precision or to persuade the heart.  To utter words that cut truth from falsity, or to cloak truth and stir feeling by propaganda.  For either, a trial by peers provides the verdict

Thick

The thickness of the ale reflects the thickness of the voices, the people.  They sit around me these hardy souls, celebrating a life soon to pass the gilded gates.  My father’s distant family – Northerners the lot of them –

Thick

The thickness of the ale reflects the thickness of the voices, the people.  They sit around me these hardy souls, celebrating a life soon to pass the gilded gates.  My father’s distant family – Northerners the lot of them –

Silk Cuts

My grandmother’s house was a place of constant danger.  Visits were few and I came to hate them.  They placed my father on the precipice of melancholy, ushering in weeks of feebleness.  The scent of stale peas and Silk Cuts

Silk Cuts

My grandmother’s house was a place of constant danger.  Visits were few and I came to hate them.  They placed my father on the precipice of melancholy, ushering in weeks of feebleness.  The scent of stale peas and Silk Cuts

The Ashtray

The day I became an orphan, my mother handed me a paper-wrapped parcel bound in twine.  In the cool of the hospital ward she explained it was a family heirloom that became our guide in times of trouble.  Taking my

The Ashtray

The day I became an orphan, my mother handed me a paper-wrapped parcel bound in twine.  In the cool of the hospital ward she explained it was a family heirloom that became our guide in times of trouble.  Taking my