When I say, ‘this life is meaningless’, I mean this individual life, illusory though it is, with this narrative …
Essay
She is on the hill, Iphigenia, overlooking the water. She wears her robes light white cotton, the material pleating …
Short Story
Welcome to our three-part documentary series. This is a special feature that we are offering in my birthday …
Short Story
Horsetail grew in thickets along the banks of the river. Far upstream, someone boiled the stems, dried them, …
Short Story
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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
------------------------------------------- An emanation of Narcissus ------------------------------------------- The Virgin with wide eyes and glossy hair the grape leaves filligreed in oaken beam add depth and heft to contingent contained thought the …
Poetry
""I'll save you,” Lily said, grabbing Luke’s arm, beyond worrying about how she must look to the elderly folk …
Short Story
------------------------------------------- a pit of undulating heart-shaped lights ------------------------------------------- over the looming horizon of last year we crept up to the craggy edges of great heights discussing whether the confessional impulse …
Poetry