Posts by Maxfield Francis Goldman
August 5, 2025 | Fiction
Leaving New Russia
Maxfield Francis Goldman
Liam refuses to speak to me now. Because, for once, I took action. Non-violent-action. Well, a series of actions, actually, the first of which was to invite him out for drinks when he came home for winter break.
April 14, 2025 | Fiction
The Decemberists
 Maxfield Francis Goldman
She buys us both mineral waters from the MoMA cafe.
March 28, 2024 | Fiction
I spent the day thinking of Elias
Maxfield Francis Goldman
I could hear the cheering of the crowd, their silent plastic mouths were happy; I could taste the dirt kicked up by the elephants, smell the liquid butter sediment of cheap popcorn.
