Ann Harleman

Half a rainbow climbed the late afternoon sky, its colors slowly emerging—first green and orange, then violet, then bitter yellow—to puzzle Andrew Rogacz. The way it broke off just before the arc began to turn. He braced for the pelting of unan [...]

"What do you mean, brother? I don't have any brother." Waiting for his shuddering heart to subside— when the phone rang he thought, absurdly, that it might be Maddalena—Thurston leans against the kitchen wall and looks out the window. Live oak an [...]