Interview with a stranger

He kept his eyes averted and fidgeted when he talked but something I said touched something in him because he came alive with words that tumbled out in a halting, insistent rush to tell me a story he had held on to like a talisman for more than thirty years. "I used to be the … Continue reading Interview with a stranger

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The mystery continues

This is the third piece in the series "The Columbus Chronicles"   The guy on my left a couple of stools away smells like aftershave, the strong and cheap kind that comes in a pickle bucket.  He apparently bathes in it. Not as bad as what I imagine the little guy on his left smells … Continue reading The mystery continues

Touch the mystery

The Columbus Chronicles At 6 am I watch them, the men, one woman They stand on the sidewalk in front of the alcove and they don't talk much but their bowed heads and their shuffling feet, cigarettes puffed quickly, speak to not who they are but what they are They are thirsty They are anticipating … Continue reading Touch the mystery

Talking to the walls

Don't mind me--it's just another day to avoid reflection, to engage in deflection not answer the phone or check the mail, because it's just another day of the same questions over and over from the same faceless drone in an office 200 miles away, getting cocky with impatience It's not my fault you don't know … Continue reading Talking to the walls