Thaddeus Rutkowski

First published in Terminal! magazine, No. 14 (Philadelphia, ca. 1982) Conducted in Giorno’s home, in the building on the Bowery, Manhattan, where William S. Burroughs had his Bunker, by Thaddeus Rutkowski. TR: To an...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

I come to where I usually take a detour— a stretch where the pavement has been roughed up in preparation for new pavement. Now, I see machines laying new blacktop, so I ride on the new surface. The material is sticky,...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

KISS KISS: Very Short Stories by Paul Beckman Truth Serum Press, Adelaide, Australia Review by Thaddeus Rutkowski Paul Beckman’s new collection of flash fiction, Kiss Kiss, is characterized by multiple uses of ...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

COLD DAYS IN FLORIDA When the temperature drops to forty degrees, people don’t want to walk around. It is too cold to be outside. They stay inside and wait until the days get warmer. The temperature rarely drop...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

THE FEAR I have the fear, But I’m not running around, yelling, “I have the fear!” It is a quiet fear centered in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes it bubbles up when I remember who caused the fear (it was no...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

On the subway, I see a boy who is about 10 years old; he’s with his father. Both of them have red hair, but the boy has Asian features—a round face and pointy eyes. His father has a long face and Western eyes. Maybe this...

Thaddeus Rutkowski

When i arrived in paris by train, I tried to place a call to a friend, someone I knew from my home city. Surprisingly, there was a phone service with a human attendant in the train station. I gave the phone woman the numb...