Lucy wasn’t certain why things kept working out the way they did.  He supposed it came down to the fact that happy clowns were lucky clowns. For years it had been the same old drudgery.  Another day, another nightmare.  Bouncing around the known universe, peeping into little boys’ heads atContinue Reading

She wore a spider broach to the party & told him it was named “Edgar.”   “Everything is ‘Edgar,’” she laughed and pointed to the roses & the guardrail over the water & the water & what was left of the moon   & a crunchy black spider by hisContinue Reading