Fiction Friday: Indirect Objects Part 2
Fire, light, power, control, and, oh yes, the missing link of sex. You were wondering if I’d ever get there? I remember when we got a visit from a social worker after I was found with drawings of a teacher I had passed to another boy in sixth grade. I had drawn her...
Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 1
Usually there’d be a few dozen ears spread out on the white counter sorted out by size and complexion near a jumbled heap of them, as though someone had been called away from a grisly game of solitaire. I’d usually scoop them up in a box, pretending I thought they had...
Fiction Friday: Spared Parts – Part 2
Read Part 1 Here We both have had a rough ride getting here, you and I. You know, put through the grater by friends and family. From middle school through high school, I was an easy target for ridicule or pity. I had a toad’s complexion but lacked an amphibian’s...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 1
If it were not for the story he told me that day, I would have remembered him for his eyes. Each gasp of speech and great gulping for breath set them aquiver like sun-glint green apples on the surface of twin cisterns—two yellow-tainted, claret-crazed chamber pots...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 2
Read Part 1 Here “Was his hair oiled, uncut, and braided wildly, like an Osu with ties of many colors?” he demanded. His face was flooded with awe, agony, and intense concentration—his bloodshot eyes quivering and glinting, reminding me of broken eggs with...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 3
Read Part 2 Here Wilson’s career in Nigeria began at age thirty with his employment as a kind of managerial watchdog for a British retail firm. The company had established itself earlier in the century by engaging in the trade of palm oil for use in the manufacture of...
Fiction Friday: The Begging Bowl – Part 4
Read Part 3 Here The faces of the children captured his gaze before his eyes could wander over what he insisted was not bronze but pure gold. The faces were finely wrought with all the realistic details of the human form, down to the very lines around the joints of...
Justifying the Use of Lethal Force in the American Heartland
Last week, Cincinnati Zoo Director Thane Maynard deliberated for over 10 minutes before he ordered the fatal shooting of Harambe, a silver-back gorilla, after a 3-year-old boy had climbed into Harambe’s enclosure and been “taken captive” by the gorilla. It was a...
The Game – Part 3 of 3
Read Part 2 Here Cochran stopped by the lamplight, and peered toward what was total blackness from where Ruby half-knelt. From somewhere, he had produced a police flashlight, maybe what he had punched her with before he dragged her out of the jewelry shop. The...Buy The Book
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