A Man Forbid by Jon Sindell

  “Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his penthouse lid. He shall live a man forbid.”   ~ Weird Sister, Macbeth     Soil rich black and moist yearned like woman awaiting the seed. The sleeper’s lips trembled as the...

Dough Boy by Jon Sindell

At nine years old, he was Duke for a day. “Where are you going, Mikey?” A note of alarm wormed into Mom’s voice. Three weeks since moving to their new home, he had not ventured out. “I’m Duke now. Goin’a play.” The conk of wooden bats falling hard on the asphalt, the...

Fig Tree Gazing by Jon Sindell

Morton Vickery needed a friend. Not a wifely friend, he had one of those, nor a soft-handed friend for discussing the market, there were columns of those in his accountancy firm. What Morton dreamed of, as he stared in the mirror and pressed palms together to make his...