Jason J. Marchi
Bio
Jason is a newspaper reporter and fiction writer. His books include: Ode on a Martian Urn, The Legend of Hobbomock-The Sleeping Giant, The Growing Sweater, and Venus Remembered. Jason lives in his childhood home, in Guilford, Connecticut.
Stories (11/0)
Contents of a Dead Man's Car
Dear Son, Officers told me where your car was towed. I had to look—for myself—at the last place you lived and died. Among assorted items scattered within the crumpled chassis, I found the set of jumper cables I gave you last Christmas. The string of children’s necklace beads from your mom that you kept through your teenage years were still hanging from the rearview mirror. A book of plain white matches—half of which were cleanly plucked—and the spool of navy-blue thread on the floor must have been left from some occasion of which I have no awareness.
By Jason J. Marchiabout a year ago in Poets
What's Behind My Face
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It wasn't a mirror, really. Not your typical glass mirror. They don't give prisoners glass mirrors for obvious reasons. The highly polished stainless-steel reflection on the cabinet above the sink in my cell is as clear as a glass mirror, almost. It was always good enough to shave and floss and keep a clean face. That’s one of the unspoken rules of prison life; keeping clean. Even people on death row take care of themselves. Yeah. I'm on death row.
By Jason J. Marchiabout a year ago in Fiction
Heirs and Assigns
They stood in the graveyard surrounding a closed casket: observing, analyzing, remembering. Prior to this gathering, all involved had given it their best shot. All efforts had failed. This time the pandemic, dubbed COV2050, that raced across the globe like a tsunami infected every last human, killed ninety-nine percent of the Earth’s population within two years, and spared one percent—just the reverse of the COVID-19 pandemic.
By Jason J. Marchi3 years ago in Fiction
A Writer's Ambient World
In seasonable weather the windows are open when I write. Background sounds of the outdoors: traffic in the distance, birds calling for mates, children playing far across the neighborhood, a train horn, wind in the trees... these sounds allow me to focus on the task at hand.
By Jason J. Marchi3 years ago in Beat
