Lauren Hoffman was looking out a window, rolling her head, and she turned and walked over to her husband and took a stool next to him and leaned over and bumped his shoulder with hers and folded her hands in front of herself and looked at her son. “I’m sorry,” Ethan,” she said. Her neck […]
“Ethan!” His parents were in the kitchen when he walked in. He’d figured they’d be waiting for him. His mom, neck stretched, hands on hips, barking. His dad, closemouthed, sitting on a stool at the breakfast counter, both feet planted on the floor, one elbow down on the counter, one hand in his hair. “Are […]
“You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?” she asked. “Picturing?” Taylor leaned over, put elbows on the bed. “Tell me,” he said. “I keep seeing this thing.” She took a breath. “You know how in cartoons, or like in a movie sometimes, you know how they fade out? Like everything goes dark, in a […]
The poetry reading had been going well. This annual Philly event drew a sizable crowd, but this year—for unexplained reasons—the hall was jammed. Crammed in the third row, at the break I stood to stretch and look around. McQuitty, one of our greatest local poets, was sitting at the end of the last row. I […]