Is he Losing the Battle?

Forty-seven and a half minutes of sleep. No food. Three-day old socks. Two-day old underwear…


Temples Damp with Sweat

“The mushrooms faded. His exhaustion emerged. The tree fort wasn’t big enough, so he opened the first aid kit, took out the emergency blanket, wrapped himself in silver, and laid beside the fire. Salt and vinegar chips quelled his hunger, as he studied the stars of the Pleiades, and drifted off to sleep…”

I Thought You Were Dead

His apartment was on the second floor of a three-story building.  On the top lived a woman and her five-year-old son.  She was married to a captain in the Croat army.  He was usually at the front, although sometimes he came home with his guns for a few hours of leave.  The fighting was only […]

Slow Train

THE LETTER RESTS in peripheral vision instead of an envelope. It comes from the side silently like the sound of paper in a mailbox. The friend of a lover delivers it in slow motion through the hot air of a stuffy bureau in a polluted city filled with refugees. Time pushes it along like hands […]