Fiction

Sometimes, talking to strangers is the right thing to do.

The Devil You Know

I hate hospitals. Most people do, I know, but with a family prone to cancer, hard drinking, hard smoking, and other forms of self-destruction, I'd spent far too many hours in hospital waiting rooms. Bad enough when it was an aunt or a cousin or my parents. But it was Suzie, strong, beautiful, unfailingly healthy Suzie who was supposed to live another eighty years, who was under the knife not for cancer but for riding home with a drunken friend. It wasn't fair, I'd told myself through many an endless stretch in hospital waiting rooms. It wasn't fair. Suzie...
Letter to Kim Stanley Robinson: About His New Novel on The Drowning of New York

To Kim Stanley Robinson on The Drowning of New York

Science-Fiction writer Kim Stanley Robinson was my student at University of California, San Diego, in the late-70s and early-80s, both in an undergraduate class and as a doctoral candidate: I directed his dissertation on character systems in novelist Philip K. Dick,...
You never know what it will attract

The Scent of a Tweet

"What!?" I puff, as consciousness returns.I get back nothing. Just scent-silence from the computer.  Though the aromatic connection to The Queen lingers strongly. I can see through my ship’s skin that the universe outside is within entropy; not the...
Sometimes, talking to strangers is the right thing to do.

The Devil You Know

I hate hospitals. Most people do, I know, but with a family prone to cancer, hard drinking, hard smoking, and other forms of self-destruction, I'd spent far too many hours in hospital waiting rooms. Bad enough when it was an...
Letter to Kim Stanley Robinson: About His New Novel on The Drowning of New York

To Kim Stanley Robinson on The Drowning of New York

Science-Fiction writer Kim Stanley Robinson was my student at University of California, San Diego, in the late-70s and early-80s, both in an undergraduate class and as a doctoral candidate: I directed his dissertation on character systems in novelist Philip K. Dick,...
With so many spending time with loving families, it's easy to forget that some families are toxic...

Last Will

As Meg flipped through the folder, prudently labeled "Estate documents," her fingers stopped automatically between a stock report and the deed for property in Florida, fingering a slim simple envelope with her own name scribbled on the front. ...
A story to express some of the frustrations of the past year

Nightmare Blanket

Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain, double stitch, double stitch. The slim worn needle worked, in and out, grab and pull, weaving a web of delicate pink yarn as soft as silk and as dainty as lace. The fingers were gnarled,...

PASSAGE

This story is fiction and is not intended to represent any reality other than empowering creativity, embedded loosely in Cherokee mythology.  A 2001 version of the story earned a 3rd prize award from the International Ground Zero literature contest in...
A tall tale from another time…

THE SOCIETY OF THE EMERALD

April fog shrouded the Strait of Gibraltar as the ferry boat chugged along on its route from the south of Spain to the northern shore of the African continent. Visibility was considerably curtailed, and the constant blaring of the foghorns...