“Jack’s New Leg” appears at Six Sentences, June 6, 2020 “Not a Kidnapping, Per Se,” is in Golden Walkman Magazine, May 2020 (Audio starts at 11:47) “Random [...]
At the laundromat, I can hold my breath for half-an-hour. I don’t know where one thought ends and another begins. Felicia has different colored wigs. One is cotton-candy pink. Once, she took me [...]
Yesterday, before the cocktail hour, I went shopping for loopholes. Bridget said it’s been her life-long dream to own one. Downtown, I felt like an animal lost in an animal city. So many [...]
The Pleasure of Texas No preposition should begin with a sentence, although as the Bible says, Is it the bartender’s job to keep you sober? In the war to end all wars, historical research [...]
Lucky Bullets I have skills I don’t know I have. An imitation of a lab experiment, I’m wide asleep. Jade says I look like a search party, lost. I tell her I’m crawling closer and closer toward [...]
Although my body is an anchor, it’s beginning to float. The darkness is a dim, fragile music. When I speak, things unhappen. If you listen, carefully, you may hear voices in my skin. [...]
Cotton-Candy Pink At the laundromat, I can hold my breath for half-an-hour. I don’t know where one thought ends and another begins. Felicia has different colored wigs. One is cotton-candy [...]
