Lit Circus

by Dan Black Behind a great wooden door – etched with the very history of the man in himself, in carvings so small a magnifying glass barely helps – a white bearded mystic absorbs the life from a stiffening filing clerk with a penchant for cheating. Cards, wives, work. The body lays neatly on a...
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I guess I’d known it from the off really, that it would never work and the day would come and it would all change. Just like everything I suppose, everything has to change in order to sustain, to live. It had been a good day even though I’d been at work and done a ten...
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I glanced back from the boxcar just in time to see the huge iron wheels roll over Shane’s leg. I was never sure if the agonizing scream came from him or Fran, but I never made a sound. From that moment on, I would replay the scene again and again in my mind with...
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White men, red men, black men, yellow men and green men from Mars, circling for landing clearance. “Tower to alien craft, you’re cleared for a holding pattern at 5000 feet, repeat, 5000 feet. Meanwhile, beam down Scotty, we know he’s up there. We need a little face time. Do you read me?” “Hrompa gak kot koot...
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Sure, pal, it does get weird, but what else am I cut out for? I’m an observer by nature, and I like serving. Call it my calling. Get a load of this…last night…guy, real melancholy fellow, slips in here like a fugitive, like he’s loving the shadows…took that bar stool at the very end where...
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