Short Story – Daniel’s Voice

At seventeen Daniel Sinclair found his voice. As a baby, Daniel didn’t coo, squawk, wail, burp or gurgle. As a toddler, he scraped his chubby knees and soiled his cloth diapers, but he never cried out in pain or discomfort. He communicated through nods. On Daniel’s...

Short Story – Jessie’s Jelly Joint

I am the Mozart of the literary world. Not a writer, more of a conduit for letters that pour through my brain, down my arm, through my fingers, flowing into my fountain pen and on to the page. My day starts at four a.m. in an all-night coffee shop three blocks from my...

Short Story – A Kwiki

A Kwiki Mom named me “A.” Her last name was Kwikowski, good Polish stock. The Kwikowskis that settled in Milwaukee did well for themselves. Steel mills and breweries. The Kwikowskis that left the city, did not. Mom was from the side that migrated to New Town which, in...
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