Union Station

By T.R. Healy As he waited for the traffic light to turn green, Harris Stears glanced at the sheet of paper on the passenger seat to check the address of the next garage sale he intended to visit this morning.  Already he had visited three sales and not found anything worth buying.  He just hoped … Continue reading Union Station

The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher

By John Affleck It began when I was sitting alone at the Twins-Mets game. No minder, no driver. I’d sent them off to lunch. He sat down next to me in the stands, and I mean right next to me. He recognizably walked up the stairs and down the row — did not shuffle, did … Continue reading The Value of a Sidearm Pitcher

Poems by Michael T. Smith

  Chinchilla    A little guy scurried in the patched grass to climb a mountain as tall as his will. His stomach steered him up the damned pass                      to heights that greedily starve the air thin          so that the heat could not follow his chasse.               In the tight grasp of the Year of the … Continue reading Poems by Michael T. Smith