The road ran plumb straight, ideal for speeding. Then, the pavement gave way to gravel, and the route turned into a tangle of hills and

Vladislav Khodasevich is not a household name in the West, though he should be. One of the most precise and devastating Russian émigré poets of

A snow flurry rides the crest of a silent brown sea, perpetuating the feeling of loneliness that sprouts from the weeds, grass, and dirt that

The walls here are like saltines. From the far end of the king-sized bed I hear the elevator ding as clearly as if I was

We have maybe ninety minutes. Vera knows a place — she always knows a place, which is one of the things about her I’ve stopped

Her toes, nails painted lilac to match her fingernails, pressed into the windshield, above the inspection sticker. She hummed softly, eyes closed, hands clasped to

​I stood on the curb waiting for Bus 3 northbound when I saw him, the man on the opposite side of the street. Blue-collar type,

     She spoke to me before she left, “You’re a writer.” Well, I might as well write.         Sitting on the front porch of my

I’m a rookie at therapy. Is it like at the doctor’s office, one problem per visit?  Ha! Made you smile already.  Tell you what’s on

The therapist recommended we try once more to save our three-year-old marriage. So, there we were, in a hotel room in Santa Cruz with a

Pamela drove toward the restaurant that Sébastien had chosen for their first date. Five years past her divorce, she was sixty-five years old, and two

I ran into an old crush. We used to date when we were about 9 or 10, for like one day. All we did was

I was sixteen that summer, two years shy of the service, and I never married Ardie. But she taught me something that afternoon in Brookside

Merlin “Wizard” Webb parked the gleaming Harley Fat Boy as far back in The Ponds Hockey Center lot as he could. There were still a