Good Grammar is What Women Want Without a Voltage Meter to Check How Hot a Fence Is, You’re Just Guessing Escape Tunnel These and other 100-Word stories appear in The Drabble
The Future Before I was fired, I nearly completed the empathy training workshop. It wasn’t so bad, especially since I came out swinging. Now, whenever you call, I pretend that I [...]
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. [...]
“Demographic,” “Nobody’s Perfect” and “The Right Conditions“appear in the Los Angles-based journal, Cultural Weekly, June 2018. “Wedding Memories,” is in Right Hand [...]
I can’t be sure who’s telling you this, but the only part of a song worth listening to is the end, although I wouldn’t be caught dead there if you paid me. It’s the profit motive. In [...]
backlit, milk-fog flesh often shorter than you’d think fastest wi-fi available have a career, yet can’t make a living prefer to sleep on colorful sheets always take the stairs eschew the [...]
“Like Snakes,” “What is Known about Ghosts,” and “Some Lessons of Colonialism,” appear in the Fall 2017-Winter 2018 SHANTIH. “Census of the Dead” and “Paradise Mobile Home Park, [...]
Yesterday, we were out in the back, shooting at clouds. Except for the shots, it was quiet as a pond. Me and Dave firing our 22s into the air, just a few rounds. On a day like that, you don’t [...]
Gravity is neither human nor animal, so close to the ground, it frightens the trees. Those clouds, lawless, out of control, like school children who aced the test. I slacken now, into sleep’s box [...]
Full-face and profile, rumpled and blank, they glare into the middle distance, some with new mistakes’ fresh pink scars, others with the pimples of innocence. Eyes, blue as a bruise or brown as [...]
Everything, its own invention, happens eventually, although sometimes not at all: the music of fog, cannibal piñata, razor blade hula hoops. Have you noticed that if you talk about time, it [...]
Counting backward in dog years, I fell asleep during my trial. I dreamed I saw the ocean for the first time. The sea’s blue voice opened the sky’s solemn jaw, while the waves’ tingling excitement [...]
