Blind Man in the Snow I was troubled about something, I can't remember what. It might have …
Flash Fiction
It Will Come Back we say (fingers crossed, knock on wood, salt over shoulder) because it always has, because we don’t know what we’ll do if it doesn’t. Spring, …
Poetry
On the rare occasion when I dine with friends, I find that not only I, but also Lan, …
Flash Fiction
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I am at the bottom of this bottle but love is nowhere to be found. The rocks spiral in the glass, illuminated by morning sun shade on me fool me …
Poetry
He climbed the steps of a multicolored storybook Victorian house and shuddered. David Benson was worried about how …
Short Story
So on the eleventh or twelfth day finally get out to the street action carrying a small burst of …
Essay
Which of the torchless roads calls his name? The Emperor's head of trivia announces the death of choice.
Short Story
I didn’t know it was you until it wasn’t. I didn’t know pain until you left me, face down, wallowing in a deep ocean of my tears You …
Poetry
The keeper of my heart and fallen dreams; the tormentor of my shattered soul I need you to stop erecting mansions of doubt in my mind ... to …
Poetry
I must ration my (affections for you so I do not gorge myself on heartbreak (all in one sitting. I must spoon feed myself morsels of time, so …
Poetry
He thought he knew these people. Through the lens of his cracked shield needing a wash to better shine …
Short Story
BEFOREI was the one they called to the morgue to identify Davis. My phone rang just as I was stepping out of lecture hall.
Short Story
Friends of John Can’t clear the arterial detritus, nor shake the dull ache in the pickled kidneys. They float by my bedside, in piss-golden stasis.
Poetry
“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” I speak loudly to make sure my colleague hears me on the speaker because traffic’s …
Short Story
Mountain Mother I learned to map the cardinal directions With the Mountain as my East, The same dirt that crowns her noble brow Scatters at my feet. I grew up …
Poetry
She cried as they made their way down to the small horsehoe bay, on the stony path through the …
Short Story
Last spring, I decided to make the inane decision to write a love letter every day to my ex. …
Flash Fiction
These overpriced, one-use icky organic wares stubbornly resisted my attempts to elicit a response. I prodded and jabbed at …
Short Story
Limerence like wine, pouring over me in shallows of sparkling ecstasy, draining my veins of their blood until they …
Flash Fiction
There was a woman who came sometimes to the back door of my club. She would knock four times …
Short Story
In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.
Poetry
Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, …
Essay
------------------------------------------- Elon Musk’s Money ------------------------------------------- What’s the point of having all those billions if you’re not willing to invest most of it to develop a kind of liquidated virtual reality …
Poetry
The bagel rolled out of my sweatshirt pocket and spun to a stop in the bus lane. That was …
Short Story
do you ever feel like a half a grapefruit at breakfast A sharp metal spoon keeps asking digging and scraping the sides of you and everything You’ve made and the …
Poetry
an uneven stone word round in & out but still hard to bite on. (scared it slips out my mouth) I miss your hands the leather the grease the ink …
Poetry