Poems & Fiction

I don’t know why you can smell rain and lightning coming on. Same as I don’t know why I married Crystal. Twice. Billy-Idol blonde, S curves smooth as hourglass sand, salt and pepper bob, she [...]

Yesterday, I was thinking about my deliverables. Thank God the machines know who we are. Ever since high school, I’ve not been very good at answering questions. Like Zeno’s arrow, I’m always [...]

I’m wearing my lucky pants. Everybody at the post office knows me. Yesterday, when I walking to the liquor store, I noticed somebody peeping through the blinds. I’ve been trying to trick myself [...]

Science has shown that you shouldn’t name your livestock if, one day, you intend to eat them. I bend easily to temptation, especially when I’m landlocked by the energy fields. Normally, I do all [...]

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 [...]

  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 [...]

“Back at You” is in Six Sentences, December 2021 “Sweet Thing and Scooter,”appear in Unbroken in January, 2021. “Long Black Car” and “About the [...]

  “Not a Kidnapping, Per Se,” is in Golden Walkman Magazine, May 2020 (Audio starts at 11:47)

Brad Rose and Margaret Young Poetry Reading– 15th Anniversary Cervena Barva Press

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 [...]

“Redecorating” and “The Perfect Gift” appear in Miracle Monocle April, 2020

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 [...]

Two poems, at the American Journal of Poetry, January 1, 2020 “Like an Accident” and “Dinner Party“

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 [...]