‘Slight’ of Hand

“I can’t bloody believe this Quinn…” David kept fluttering his fingers, his hands clammy as he paced in the room. Water seeped in from the ceiling in the corner, the smell of mildew thick on the air as the incessant drip, drip, drip echoed like a distant drummer. Their whole lives, they’d lived like this. A trailer,Continue reading “‘Slight’ of Hand”

The Artist’s Challenge

If you are like me, you likely have a full time job to pay the bills as you struggle to build in time to work on your art as well as juggle family and real life. It is daunting and challenging but also rewarding. The day I can become a full time writer, I willContinue reading “The Artist’s Challenge”

“Das Letzte Wort; or, The Final Word”

I walked into my office, feeling low after the university board’s harsh criticism. Who the fuck did they think they were to judge me? Was I not one of the premier literary critics in Berlin? Did they actually think they knew better than me? “Ficken Bastarde.”  I slammed my briefcase onto my desk, sending aContinue reading ““Das Letzte Wort; or, The Final Word””