Munjid Al Salam turned from the shade at the first hint of a breeze. The sun, strongest at this hour, slapped his old face, forcing him to lower his blind eyes from the heat.
Of course, no one ever really disappears. Sometimes they quit music and settle down to nine-to-fives working for their local arts and culture magazine. One such person is Luiz Abade, former bassist for the Pretty Good Gatsbys
It took me a while to tell the parentals I was dating a Fiona. I knew Mmther wouldn’t be happy and, sure enough, I got the pursed lips and the steely gaze.
Narrated by Sophia Valvis Thrilling Wonder Stories Nov 1954 It’s true I’d gotten full of myself, what some would call “a big head,” but if you thought decapitation would humble me, you thought wrong! Even dead, my head continued to grow, until at length it was bigger than Mercury, bigger than Mars, […]
When I heard the crowd coming, I remembered the campaign buttons pinned to my jean jacket–bright, conspicuous and suddenly twice as big. In all the hurry-scurry of my new handbill gig I’d forgotten them, along with the fact that I wasn’t the only one out stumping this election.
Narrated by AnnKathleen In the vanishing hours of nightfall, roses in the herb garden emit sweet aromas… the pastures below the sere hills spin into a golden hue; the day recalls the mystery of the day with a beautiful painted sky. I smell the dry earth, no longer alive with moisture, merely rust colored dust, […]
Narrated by Sara Tantlinger We are a theater performance, and bravissima to the swan song of our death. Tragedian masks are given to lovers with scorched lies. When the curtain descends will you leave me in blisters? Here is my indecisive mind, full of smoke and ash, and there waits my heart, but you call […]
I, Medusa, must admit I was having a bad hair day. A girl’s bound to look dishevelled after fighting off the advances of a frisky sea god on the floor of Athena’s temple, but snakes?
Narrated by Charles Leggett Here is sweet and piercing regret. Uncluttered and unfettered Eros commended through a reddened gauze of art. An embodiment of what one has longed for, failed in, given up on. A man is dancing in his wheelchair! Gleaming of shoes beneath a saxophone. The woodsmoke of bourbon held too long […]
“Oh! Susanna, oh, don’t you cry for me,” Danny sang in his quavery tenor voice. He paused to study the effect. The men didn’t seem impressed, or even interested. Maybe Danny was doing it wrong.