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Towhee

Towhee

by | May 26, 2026 | A, Alan Caldwell, Short Story

He was an Eastern Towhee, or, for those who prefer the pretentious Latin affectations, a Pipilo erythrophthalmus. They are often difficult to spot, or at least to get a good lengthy look at. They tend to avoid humans, for good reasons. They live in the shrubs and in...
October 1888

October 1888

by | Jan 3, 2025 | A, Alan Caldwell, Short Story

God cannot be found in Whitechaple nor on the decaying streets and bug-eaten bungalows of Treme-Lafitte. New Orleans and London are similar in many ways, despite what one might think. True, there are no sweat-inducing peppers in a shepherd’s pie, and the...
Fifty Cent Steak

Fifty Cent Steak

by | Aug 2, 2024 | A, Alan Caldwell, Short Story

I’d never fought a black guy before, just good old boys, roofers, electricians, bricklayers. I did scrap a Mexican on time, or part Mexican. He looked pudgy and soft but he was tougher than a fifty cent steak. He was short and I finally got on top of him and punched...
Eulogy

Eulogy

by | May 7, 2024 | A, Alan Caldwell, Short Story

This place don’t seem the same without yo daddy around. I hate that I missed his funeral. I was in the hospital with my heart. They say it’s about done. They won’t let me eat nothing but brim and branch water, not that I think it’s gonna do any good at this...