Wine with Dinner
It’s 6:30 a.m. on a chilly fall day and I’m lying in bed. I hear the garage door…
Fiction
The Wine Cellar
“All of it?” Saverio asked again. “All of it,” came the answer from the other end…
Flash Fiction at Accenti Festival Considers Italy in the World – Part II
The inaugural Accenti Magazine International Festival of the Arts, held at the University…
Severed
The floor is cold. We lie on gray cement, eroded by a decade or more of kids playing mini…
Mara
Some days the sea was all brute force. A throaty, roaring blast. It slammed its weight…
Flash Fiction at Accenti Festival Considers Italy in the World
The inaugural Accenti Magazine International Festival of the Arts, held at the University…
That Day on the Terrace
The commuter train was running a few minutes late. I texted Claudia to let her know. I…
Cast of a Thousand
My older sister Elizabeth said she would come to my Christmas Eve dinner – if I…
The Move
“Mom, the woman will be here at 11:30. Are you ready?” “What’s her name?” the…
I Should Have Known
I would have known. Of course, I would. The bruises, black eyes, and lacerations…