Essay · Gallimaufry

Sixth Floor Paradise

After ascending a slew of concrete stairs, you reach this door. Throw your shoulder into it or else you won’t get it open. Once you do, though, you step through this threshold that separates the desolation of the staircase column from a plateau of peacefulness. You could turn to the right and trot into the… Continue reading Sixth Floor Paradise

Fiction · Gallimaufry

Recognizing Strangers

Today, on the shuttle that serves as the ankle on the last leg of my morning commute, the one that goes from the subway to the office, I saw this girl I know. She wasn't on the shuttle bus. She was driving a small SUV next to it. My window seat pulled up next to… Continue reading Recognizing Strangers

Fiction · Gallimaufry

Quilt. Dousing campfire. Toy sailboat. Love letters.

The following passages represent four sequential moments from one of my weathered composition books.  ............................................................................................................................................... A patchwork quilt is spread upon the jagged, broken stalks of last summer's crop of corn. The colors are dull, uninviting, like the content of our conversation. We've drifted here. Those pieces of fabric were selected with bleary eyes and… Continue reading Quilt. Dousing campfire. Toy sailboat. Love letters.