Fiction
Spring 1997
African Queen
Your mother was weary for years, long before you understood. Diabetes. High blood pressure. The words were as innocent as the alphabet magnets on her refrigerator door. She uttered them […]
Fiction
Winter 1991
Death by Vending Machine
Even now I will find myself unexpectedly jolted, as if by an electric charge, thinking of that dead boy’s face. For the life of me, I still can’t picture what […]