Shelly Reuben 's Recent Stories

I have never been able to think about my favorite writers without imagining them hunched over manuscripts, their brains filled ..

From time’s first day, all will agree That certain things are true. The grass is green, and orange is … orange, And, yep! ..

Pack my bag, I’m going home. Good God, I’ve waited long. To stay away For such a time, Was folly … waste. Was wrong. Reserve a ..

I got curious to find out if anybody – other than a few rare souls like myself – actually likes ..

I walked into a building one overcast day When the sky was quite gloomy and grubby. And looked at the slots by ..

It recently dawned on me that although many, if not most of you, know the origin of the expression “Tilting ..

I have decided that we need a new holiday. To explain, I’ll start with the opening lines of a poem ..

I’ll start today with a mini-recollection. The context is sad, but just push that aside, and listen to the message. Many ..

The temperature’s rising. The sun’s blazing hot. When I sit in the shade, I won’t budge from the spot, There is, though, ..

I met Byron Houston Coates when we were both on leave from reality and living in New Jersey. Me, having fled ..

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