Category Archives: Short Fiction
What do paper planes have to do with the coming Caliphate? Well, if you bear with me, watch the chalk board, I am going to blow your mind.
EASTERNER I leave Kettle Cove, heading southwest beneath a cloudless sky. The sun is hovering over my shoulder. I’m on a port tack with a moderate easterly wind and rolling swells. I’m abreast Singing Beach when I see her heading … Continue reading
Fifty years ago, when the time came for my bar mitzvah, I was not given the opportunity to spout off from the bimah at the local synagogue like my contemporaries. My mother held that religion was the opiate of the … Continue reading