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Decisions, Books, Neighbors & Horoscopes

“I’m not sure if I ever see myself having kids,” I said. I was sitting on a couch and my leg was crossed over the other under my pale yellow … Continue reading

June 13, 2014 · Leave a comment

Drag Queens, Port Wine Stains & Not-So-Under Undercover Cops

I looked at Miss Gilpin’s lovely brown hair and resisted the urge to stroke the perfect flip grazing her shoulders, to bury my head on her shoulder and finger the … Continue reading

May 30, 2014 · Leave a comment

Caprese, Footballs, Guilt & Telephone Calls

When I woke up at Joel’s apartment, there was only a table lamp throwing a puddle of low golden light near the sofa I was on. I knew instantly where … Continue reading

May 23, 2014 · Leave a comment

Bees, Terrorists and Ballet

After work I detoured to a hardware store and bought the type of spray they never sell at health food stores. Two cans, tall, and heavy, like restaurant pepper mills. … Continue reading

May 9, 2014 · Leave a comment

Wires, Love, Helen & Mouths

There was a time, before Lawrence was born, before the company and its car, when Anthony sat up front and I had the whole back seat to myself. Back then … Continue reading

April 25, 2014 · Leave a comment

High-Fives, One-Night Stands & L’eggs Panty Hose

~Excerpt from The Level and The Square, a novel-in-progress by Ruth Roberts: She looked for his large ‘fro, like a dark thundercloud over his head, taller by half a foot … Continue reading

April 18, 2014 · Leave a comment

Falling From Grace, Ice House, & Inner Voice

Later that day Erik moved his belongings downstairs into Le Placard with the help of two new acquaintances, Augustin and Henry. His cot fit well enough, and his steamer trunk. … Continue reading

April 11, 2014 · Leave a comment

What’s Not Fun?

She sat in her slip and curlers on a low cushioned seat and three repeated versions of her leaned into the three -way mirror of her vanity. Guided by an … Continue reading

April 4, 2014 · Leave a comment

Dragonflies, Dead Pawn, Ovum & Mayhem

A solo flute began a delicate and languid theme, floating like the warmed scent of rose and carnation on the summer air beneath a cerulean cloudless sky. Up and down … Continue reading

February 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

Mumps, Challah, Slavery & Modesty Skirts

            My brother and I were dressed up as cowboys, as in the song The Streets of Laredo. We had matching red bandanas that covered our … Continue reading

February 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

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