Adam Robinson

Breaking Bread; Repair Girl

Two pieces -- the first with words created from the word generator (smart and end m and start with b, end with d ... with some author flexibility. The second features someone with an odd profession, with a voice different from my usual. Breaking Bread The fungus...

Conjoined

Conjoined I stare back at the people staring at me, as if we’re all lost, befuddled and peculiar. I have two heads to do the staring, two sets of eyes and one body that takes me through crowds, Macy’s and holidays. though it sometimes goes flat when one set of my eyes...

The Adjustment

We don’t greet when I enter the room. He is still fit for a man his age. His strong back to me hovered over a desk, he keeps turning papers in the dark trying to reflect the fading natural light that comes through the sub-basement style window. Like the disinterested...

Red Light

Our eyes meet while caught in a snarl of rush hour traffic, waiting for the light to change. We don’t recognize each other at first. Then we do. Memory flares like a struck match, and suddenly, I’m reliving that awful summer after my divorce and the way you looked...

Stuck, Hung-Up or Stiff?

Sydney Ashley was always getting stuck. Not on thoughts in his mind, but on things. His rubber galoshes would stick like caterpillars mating, even on linoleum floors. Sydney Ashley was always getting hung-up. Not on thoughts in his mind, but on door tops when he...

Little Lord Fauntleroy

His white boots feel daunting- matching the quadratic graphics of his cropped tee. Look at the buffed and polished nails. See how he turns the wigginess of his tanned face? Who does this to themselves? Lacquered couch and armed slouch. Bulletproof patch quilt vest...

a couple of pieces

Barley and Hops Maybe we should have sex tonight or fake it with fries Cab Franc and a clown balloon on hand just so I can feel something anything because this axis isn’t budging and every wasp has stung my ear twice or thrice already as if I’m a glum LA actor with a...

Laundry Day (working title(

When Lucy realized her dead husband was alive in her washing machine, she wondered if she would have to live in dirty clothes. This was not that unusual for Lucy as she had given up all kinds of cleanliness when her husband died. The kitchen sink was mounted with...

No More Glue

Inspired by someone I used to know ... It was an early June Monday morning where things were slow to come alive. Caterpillars stayed balled-up, snails let only a centimeter of an antennae out of their shells, black crows perched silent, motionless, on telephone...

Dear Esther

Hi everyone! This one is a CNF about somebody I never knew. I've been kicking it around for a while--actually started it in a Bending Genres epistolary weekend workshop. It's over the word count--640 words. Only if you have the time (or interest).   Dear Esther,...

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