Sleeping on Otis’ Floor

“Goodnight, asshole,” John says. I see the meaty ghost of his shadow collapse below street-lit window blinds. I hear him thud. He groans like...

Gajra

Since 7 months Rita and I were living in the same apartment but merely as occupants sharing  the same roof. Our 4-year marriage was on...

Loose change

Random pieces

The Fog

I had an experience once, riding in a Buick and winding up in San Francisco. It was 1962 and I hardly recall what we...

Grab Bag