Pastrami's not pastrami unless it's kosher pastrami, but who makes the best kosher pastrami you could have argued until doomsday back in Brooklyn, at least, I think, until the seventies--was it in the seventies that everything started to change, the New York I knew, the Brooklyn I was raised in, the what it was about … Continue reading The Verdict; or, A Day at Central Jury Imagining Kosher Pastrami [A Short-short Story]

A man or a woman speaks obliquely of the rivers of Truth. One could imagine that this is spoken on stage in a theater as a short-short piece, a theatrical vignette--a performance art piece, perhaps one time with a traditional comic mask and another with a traditional tragic mask---I would like to create a Mask … Continue reading Theater of Cruelty; or, Monologue on the Nature of Choice [Flash Fiction]