Houdini’s Cousin in the Storage Unit
Lenore Weiss
05/03/2013
…won Flash Fiction Friday at The Portland Review.
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…won Flash Fiction Friday at The Portland Review.
After Adam and Eve got expelled from the garden, there was no more low-hanging fruit to pick from the Tree. Anyhow, there was no need to pick because they’d already
The city etched her face into a pie chart wedges of a nose, mouth, eyes shadowed, each an escapee from the big picture, a radioactive half-life not counting piano bars hidden beneath subways,
For the past thirty years I have drawn the same face on napkins and in the margins of notebooks. Why am I predisposed to the same doodle that reasserts itself
“I am a master of hallucination.” –Arthur Rimbaud I will not think about my retirement account. I will rest inside a concession stand of white gauze, sun hot. I will
Daffodils sprouting in bright yellow bunches always have always signaled for me spring and Passover. Matzah plays a big role here, the unleavened bread symbolic of the Jewish exodus from