Monthly Archives: January 2013

Hour Glasses

A leaf slips onto the surface of the winter pond. Seeing his reflection break, a boy turns to his father and asks, “How are hour glasses made?” © Thad Fowler. All rights reserved.

The Start Line

Joe keeps winning races to the start line, and even though those speeding to the finish can’t help but scoff, the cheers from his fans beneath the bleachers, futile as they may be, help him feel justified in pumping his fist in triumph and greeting the clouds as he rises to them. © Thad Fowler. […]

White Space

Guy eyed the words on the page before him, traces of worlds. The white spaces between them looked like cracks a person might fall into. “Darling,” Beatrice said, slipping between the sheets in her tights and t-shirt, black hair rinsing over her shoulders like lacquer. “After you finish reading you will turn your back to […]

The Wretch

The doorbell rings. On the mend from the flu, groggy Hal pushes aside limp folds of comforter, loosening the odor of unwashed body and linen. He shuffles across the apartment in his sweat pants and long-john shirt, opens the front door to garish daylight, blinks. His eyes burn as with a thin film of acid, […]