Uncommon

The man in the suit was middle-aged, unremarkable. I was walking toward the entrance of an office building. ~ ~ ~ I was raised to be well-mannered, say, please, thank you, Sir, Ma’am, at the appropriate times. It’s important to know this up front, as important as it is to know that I could also … More Uncommon

The Home

The following is a true story. It happened in a clothing outlet, one mid-morning in early September. A mother and teenage daughter were waiting on line. The mother was fifty-ish, probably near, or in the throes of, her changes and looked like someone who paid close attention to her diet and exercised regularly. If she … More The Home

Coming to….

  (From Shadows and Ghosts) I returned to New York in August of ‘91 with five hundred dollars to my name (all that was left from the royalties on my surrealism film, money I’d saved while teaching, and a surprisingly large option on a Jungle Thriller I’d written as a joke), direct from my breakup … More Coming to….