Heebling’s Journals • Empty Mirror The recent, unexpected passing of Charles Heebling and the subsequent discovery of his “third-floor journals” are finally shedding light on an intriguing and relatively unknown area of scientific research
Hollywood Rooftops • Empty Mirror We could almost see old Betty’s skinny frame still making her way up Las Palmas Avenue, taking a walk with Kooky Carol or visiting Mary Ann Andrews next door Of course, after a few good glasses of wine, you really could imagine almost anything up there on that four-story brick building
Inaudible • Empty Mirror Separated from me by the bug-spattered windshield is the sunset It’s that moment just before the sun nestles behind the hills for the night and all those wonderful reds and purples slip through the clouds and make their final glorious appearance
“Street Corner” and “Process” - Matt Hill • Empty Mirror These poetic utterances flow from his mouth in bebop cadence; his eyes burn incandescently as he gesticulates his surfacing raw visions with both hands K this morning has methedrine in his veins, and a jazz god lodged deep within his psyche
The Home Helper by Kenneth Tindall • Empty Mirror The knackers were done with it, everything removable, the iron stoves standing like Celtic monuments in the adjacent lot, the cheap roof slates brought from Bangor in Wales when there was employment…
From Notes of an Errant A C Man: The Secret to My Uncle . . . - Empty Mirror i shouldn’t’ve opened my big mouth: where i’ve been accused by women of being ‘emotionally unavailable’, i make myself too available for these god-damned air conditioning gigs but a man’s gotta make a buck in this inclement economic climate it’s fuckin’ sink or swim…
Let Me Tell You About the Fistfight I Got Into Last Night Here’s a line I read in the book by the Dalai Lama: “…I don’t think that family and friends can ultimately provide the true inner happiness we seek ” (A Profound Mind, Cultivating Wisdom in Everyday Life by The Dalai Lama, p 14) It’s one thing to recognize the truth, but it’s quite another to know what to do with it
Red Warner’s Last Painting • Empty Mirror Excerpted from the forthcoming novel, Visual Liberties He’s now had his morning coffee and finished off a bowl of oatmeal with raisins and slices of banana
Everything Must Go by Teresa Conboy - Empty Mirror In an effort to tidy up, Larry hung his chaise lounge off the barred back window, and the neighbors woke up to four semi-circular aluminum pieces perched against the wall outside his door Nobody could figure out what they were or how he lugged them home on his bicycle And his finds grew