Posts by Oliver Zarandi

November 7, 2018 | Fiction

A Good And Simple Life

Oliver Zarandi

The Boy was born poor and continued to be poor.

March 14, 2018 | Fiction

Maggie and Her Gusto

Oliver Zarandi

We agreed to meet in a bar known as the ‘anus of the city.’ It had terrible lighting which obscured its ugly regulars. The regulars had heads like onions with names like Fred, Harry, Deborah, Henrietta. Years of drinking had withered their necks to the size of cocktail sticks and I didn’t pity them because I liked hating them.

June 10, 2015 | Fiction

Lists

Oliver Zarandi

  1. Mental aberrations include: feeling ‘ants’ beneath the skin.
January 30, 2014 | Fiction

The Chair

Oliver Zarandi

Somebody has replaced my chair with a child. It was a beautiful chair. A rocking chair fashioned by my father.

It makes no sense.

Though, of course, one mustn’t give credence to anything in