She played the violin in subway stations. Usually around rush hour. She liked the attention. And the idea that the commuters had no choice but to listen. She was filling the station with her sounds, her rules. She didn’t play … Continue reading →

My computer screen reads: New York City 75 degrees, feels like 68. Today is a weekday. All weekdays for the past nine months, with minor variations, are a blur of repetition. I’m not particularly unhappy with this situation, but I’m … Continue reading →

A modern Dialogue: with no sound. Genre: Non- fiction, fiction. She said: 08:13:51 you froze. He said: 08:14:30 you froze. She said: 08:15:30 that was a terrible comeback. He said: 08:15:38 come back. She said: 08:15:41 I can’t come back … Continue reading →

I am ten James Douglas I am ten. This not a story about one through nine. This is a story about ten. This is a story about perspective. I am telling this story. First person. They call it first person … Continue reading →

the elastic sentence: He yelled. I laughed. He yelled. He yelled at me. I screamed, and he yelled at me. Before I screamed, and before he yelled at me, we laughed. Before I screamed, and before he yelled at me, … Continue reading →

The brief story of Al C. O’Hol : What keeps you warm in the winter, puts you to sleep, protects you from germs, and takes all your money? I. An unfinished wooden bench sits on a small plot of grass, … Continue reading →