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.