Broken Pieces of Porcelain by Stephen J. Golds

When he finally came back to town, we heard he found work down on Brook Street. The Home Depot they got over there. Spending his wage drinking himself blind in O’Connor’s bar on Smullet. His mother ran one of those little greasey-spoon kind of places next to the bus depot. I used to go in there […]

The Hard Time by Stephen J. Golds

My apartment building is on a very steep slope. It’s a bitch to hike up in the summer time and a bitch to make your way down in the winter. But sometimes at the time when the night is reaching its silent pinnacle, I sit out there and I can see the whole city. Every […]