The stories on this site have all appeared in literary magazines, good magazines like Sou'wester, The Crescent Review, The South Dakota Review, and others. They are copyrighted and may not be reprinted without the permission of the author.
published in Gem (around 1980)
New job. He arrives seven minutes before the hour, suit, tie,haircut, the moustache shorn away. Gonna make it this time. Honest, Honey. From hereon it's hard work and a straight career. I'll never write another short story
On the edge of my home town where the Baltimore and Ohio tracks run along the highway, finally intersecting it at an unguarded crossing, there used to be a lonely shack of a building that contained a rather famous tavern. It stood in the midst of a great swampy prairie that since has been subdivided and covered all over with respectable suburban houses. The people in them run their lawnmowers and raise their flags and polish their cars every sunny Saturday; not one in a hundred ever heard of the Poinsetta Lounge and the things that went on inside.
What went on, of course, was the whores.
There was a wind that afternoon; it came straight off the lake
the chill factor down to zero. When Deidrich turned onto Jackson Street
and saw the beggar, his first thought was of his own good fortune--to
employed, married to a wise woman, warmly housed, and the owner of
damned good winter coats.