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Shadows & Goatbones by Barbara F. Lefcowitz<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Shadows & Goatbones by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

Shadows & Goatbones by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The Bans of Portland, Maine<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

The Bans of Portland, Maine by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The Bans of Portland, Maine

The House by Barbara F. Lefcowitz<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

The House by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The House by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The Chair Barbara F. Lefcowitz  <!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

The Chair by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The Chair Barbara F. Lefcowitz  

In the harbor, shining emerald slab, red and plum whorls interlaced, the grooved frequencies of ancient trade routes. I would come back with notepad and winejug, my claim staked with […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Green Rock by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

In the harbor, shining emerald slab, red and plum whorls interlaced, the grooved frequencies of ancient trade routes. I would come back with notepad and winejug, my claim staked with […]

3: 00 a.m. Eastern Daylight Savings Time. My roof is a ballroom, the tempo of its rain-dance ranging from tap to tango to foxtrot to waltz, a slow sarabande, intermittent […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Night Music by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

3: 00 a.m. Eastern Daylight Savings Time. My roof is a ballroom, the tempo of its rain-dance ranging from tap to tango to foxtrot to waltz, a slow sarabande, intermittent […]

The special tonight is homebaked Loneliness Pie. We’ve run out of everything else the waitress says. Sorry. The jukebox is playing Mendelssohn’s Hebrides Overture. B-minor music for a dark and […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Jukebox by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

The special tonight is homebaked Loneliness Pie. We’ve run out of everything else the waitress says. Sorry. The jukebox is playing Mendelssohn’s Hebrides Overture. B-minor music for a dark and […]

Its gusts accompanied by a rush of dry leaves, the banging of shutters and overturned trash cans, the wind never sings alone. Piano notes from an open window counterpoint a […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Singing Partners by Barbara Lefcowitz

Its gusts accompanied by a rush of dry leaves, the banging of shutters and overturned trash cans, the wind never sings alone. Piano notes from an open window counterpoint a […]

Silver linings have broken away from their clouds. I’m not sure when this separation began, can only note how the linings twist and float, wrap around hailstones, debris tossed from […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Silver Linings by Barbara Lefcowitz

Silver linings have broken away from their clouds. I’m not sure when this separation began, can only note how the linings twist and float, wrap around hailstones, debris tossed from […]

Most of the streamers are yellow some aqua, some candy- apple red The children have hung them from ropes and wires to make the event more festive Some they have […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

The Event by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

Most of the streamers are yellow some aqua, some candy- apple red The children have hung them from ropes and wires to make the event more festive Some they have […]

I’m in love with Al Bowlly leaning towards a microphone back when the world was out of money, moving away, arms curved, spread palms embracing a woman he shapes from […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

Melancholy Baby by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

I’m in love with Al Bowlly leaning towards a microphone back when the world was out of money, moving away, arms curved, spread palms embracing a woman he shapes from […]

In the auto repair shop’s waiting room a glut of clustered balloons, force-fed multicolored grapes so monstrously huge no human mouth could fit one inside. The wall-size TV shows a […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

The Balloons – by Barbara F. Lefcowitz

In the auto repair shop’s waiting room a glut of clustered balloons, force-fed multicolored grapes so monstrously huge no human mouth could fit one inside. The wall-size TV shows a […]

View full story as a PDF Fiction By Barbara F. Lefcowitz I‘ve never told a soul before: you, reader, are the first to know that for over 25 years I, […]<!-- AddThis Sharing Buttons below -->

The Pink Suit

View full story as a PDF Fiction By Barbara F. Lefcowitz I‘ve never told a soul before: you, reader, are the first to know that for over 25 years I, […]