It's hot here in Phoenix, but we are working again. Our goal is to publish Underwood twice a year going Read more
The clock struck three in the graveyard. The light, shimmering like pale lakes in the grass, made of the trees Read more
My dentist tells meI need to guard my own mouthfrom my own teeth.They war with each otherwhile I sleep. And Read more
It seems as though there’s an ever-growing list of things to be terrified about today. Bad lettuce pops up on Read more
There is more than fish and lake weed beneath the surface of the water. More than snapping turtles and a Read more
“I pray to birds, because they fly closest to heaven.” Lydia said once. Wilbur had smiled amiably, always one to Read more
I sent it in, they read what I wrote,then they sent me back a little note.“We liked the concept of Read more
Like a dead fish dislodged from the lake-bottom mud and bobbing toward the water-top mirror, the same thought surfaces Read more
Dominican son, Bantu bolerofirst heard the night the taxi sweptme, sixteen, neighbor Michael, and his cousinto Santo Domingo’s red-light barrioafter Read more
Blinding light slices open my eyes. Something about the room has changed. I hear the familiar sound of waves rolling Read more
Donovan asked the Andrews, Ron and Diane, still living in their rented upper duplex apartment in Rancho Park, adjacent to Read more
The call came on the rectory phone when Notre Dame was down by three. Father Pollock, watching TV in Read more
It all began happily, if unexpectedly, one flawless Saturday morning just after Thanksgiving. The air held that special crispness that Read more
When my father was done with living, when breathing, seeing, being, was leached out, the hard part remaining, like an Read more
Vegas closed down the year I turned forty, the Strip going dark just as I was finishing my last shift Read more
The kids petitioned me to tell them a story. They begged, actually. I’m not big on Halloween and ghost stories, Read more
We finally have cold temperatures here in Arizona and look forward to more logs on the fire. This will be Read more
The weather on a winter day in northern Michigan is nothing to write home about. For starters, why would you Read more
My domains are covered with them, fallen, gray-brown, still unsprouted, for they never tookthe big chance to become great oaks. Read more
I walk. Walking is all I can do. Walking is all anyone can do. Some walk to the end. Some Read more
barbarians Oh yeswe were the first and true barbariansriding our wild ponies down from fields afarour hair and shirttails flying Read more
I wonder if I’ll find her dead inside. This is something I worry about. I don’t want to find her Read more