Miracle

Decluttering my personal pronouns. If I had my way, I’d hammer the water back into the pipes, too, but that would be an uphill battle. Fortunately, I’m sworn to secrecy, so I sleep on knives to [...]

“Windows” in streetcake

  Wednesday, on the way to the carwash, my car caught fire. And not the good kind, either. Sheila came running up to me and said, Everything is getting worse and worse. I told her the main [...]

“Literary Statistics”

When trying out a new pen for the first time, 97% of people will write their own name, yet 1/3 of suicides don’t leave a note.   Appears in Democracy of Secrets a chapbook from Right Hand [...]

Just Released

  “Windows” appears in issue 68 streetcake, a UK journal of experimental writing, August 14,2020 “Jack’s New Leg”  appears at Six Sentences, June 6, 2020 [...]

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 pink. Once, she took me [...]

Last Time

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

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

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 [...]

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