“It’s like this, Lazlo,” he said, his long arm resting on the back of the rusty glider. He crossed one spindly leg over his knee and swung it back and forth in a laconic motion and the glider creaked. “You’re not really here and you’re not really there. That’s what purgatory is.” His tone was kindly...

I lived in an empty building on Post Street. It was an old brick building with 5 floors and a storefront. The last company in the building was a taxi supply service called Black Dog Cab. I don’t know what they supplied. They moved out a month before I moved in and for a while I could still hear the ...

Say you just hedged your bets all your life and never committed to any kind of ethic, spirituality, or religious inclination. Never was sure what might be out in the ether and figured it didn’t matter much because dead is dead. Say you just took whatever opportunities presented themselves and hoped ...