This was the year Martin Weiss walked a thousand miles. He’d aimed himself up the West Coast and walked from San Diego to the north end of Puget Sound. Now,…

1. In the confines of my overnight holding cell, the images burn and keep burning, though it is not my wife, but Lucia, whom I call to cool them. “It’s…

Yet another crazy-warm winter. Spring will come early this year but it’s already been coming early for almost a decade. Tonight’s temperature is a record high fifty-eight degrees. Local meteorologist…

Jerusalem For Asher, a time of confusion, a time of desire. One month, and he had yet to kiss Galina, yet to hold her hand. Their most intimate moments were…

Sing to me, oh Muse, of Beatrice Fleck, thirty-six-year-old virginal fourth-grade teacher, strongest woman alive, and covert writer of erotic novelettes. Unsullied not by choice but by the inscrutable designs…