Writing

August wrote his careful letters, the dark ink like tiny windows on the thin paper.…

He was the sort of man who never went out, whether to Mass, to feed…

He remembered the earthquake and how it flung them across the lobby and into each…

All summer long Lucy had delayed. Each morning as her husband turned out of the…

Valentina positioned herself at a table where she could see up the stairs to Anastasio’s…

King Blowhard looked up from the magazine section of the Sunday newspaper. Queen Nagandscold poked…

One damn thing and then the next, and the talentless joy of linkage, by hook…

The scorn of the beautiful is a cunning poison. From a high window, to look…

Uncuffed, he was a dubious ally. Loafing in attendance while the Queen eddied, motionless and…

He’s pleased to learn he’s not even a medalist for most suspicious character at the…