When the deluge flooded the cul-de-sac, we fled out the back door for New York City. High-stepping out of our wet shoes, we dried off by the Brooklyn Bridge, then stopped by St. Patrick’s Cathedral for some absolution, since you never know. By then we were psyched for the sparkle of Broadway, wondering what to see, who was on? Was it too late for the dreamy Sam Shepard? Yes, yes, it was, came the reply, when the moon rose like an accusation, dragging us back, where it was plain as country, and tranquil, where swans floated on the new pond.
stories have appeared in Defenestration Magazine, Misfit Magazine, Six Sentences, Star 82 Review, Tiny Molecules, and in the anthology Weatherings (FutureCycle Press, 2015), among others.
