Chapel of the Pines
There’s always room on the bench next to Sad Billy. Under the Whitman Tree. Says the brass plaque hammered into its midsection, the tree took root in 1892, the year …
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Ocean Beach
It’s another perfect day at Ocean Beach Men’s Shelter. I had a desk job for ten years. I made some bad decisions. I got fired for punching Mr. Aldermaston. I …
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The Charrington Copter
A letter came in the mail. I hadn’t received a letter . . . Not for years and years. “I read your story Trinity Times Three on the internet. I think it’s one …
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The Shomer and the Boreal Owl
Ephraim kobre realized that he wanted to fuck wild things at the age of forty-two. Out for a stroll one evening in late August, he spotted a white-tailed fawn nibbling …
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Sweet Jimmy
Hollywood Forever Cemetery was the last quiet place in LA. Once. A hundred people were crowded around a grave. Laying flowers on it, sobbing. An old lady wearing a bandana …
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Adventures with Writers
What I admire about writers is their terror. “What are you so terrified of? ” I asked Gordon (a writer). “The world is terrifying,” he said. “Could you be more specific? ” …
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Mr. Penny Sees Red
It had been quite a day for Mr. Penny. First he’d been struck by that—was it a van, or an ambulance? The ambulance came after. Yes, he was certain of …
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The Blue Night
“What are we going to do with him? ” * I looked in my heart and heard a nightmare singing. “Who are you?” I almost said but a voice said, “I’m …
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