Category: The Word from Pandora’s Tavern

Asylum

We stroll through wet woods, the collies and I, listening to birdsong and gazing at flowers. They chase chipmunks and follow the scent of deer. Now and then they perform a trick—Sit! Stay! Speak!...

The Quickest Way

In line for morning coffee at the hospital cafeteria. “Eventually,” says a woman in scrubs to her co-worker, “you run out of food. Then what’re you gonna do? Scrounge for quarters and go eat...

Perseveration

It weighs heavily. Something must be done. Set the Havahart®. Catch it! Not the bunny you were expecting. Something else is in the snare. Something broken, bitter, lost—a possum, maybe, or its image—on its...