Monthly Archive: June 2016

Midsummer

What meaning—if any—to dreams? Tonight’s, for instance, that clear jar of Connemara poitín left on the kitchen counter—by whom? The memories evoked upon seeing it, many of them not mine, nor yours, surging ascensional...

The Visitors

A respite was needed from the hospital vigil. A small visitors’ lounge midway down the corridor offered the only refuge. The two went there. It was a windowless room furnished with three uncomfortable chairs....

Hope Springs Eternal

During Dour Hour down at Pandora’s Tavern, the bartender–after dredging and disinfecting–walks out from the bathroom gripping something soggy and unspeakable. “Okay,” he growls to the handful of patrons dozing over beer, “who dropped this...