“My Date at the Reptile House” is in Six Sentences June 1, 2021. My People,” “Suburban Landscape (with Flying Saucer),” and “A Blast,” appear in Sequestrum (Issue 27) in May, 2021. [...]
Cloudbank will publish “Climate or Weather?” in June, 2021 “Blue Earth Spinning” will be in Right Hand Pointing in July, 2021 “Apostate” is forthcoming in New [...]
The Los Angeles Times, American Journal of Poetry, New York Quarterly, Folio, Hunger Mountain, Clockhouse, Sequestrum, Cultural Weekly, Best Micro Fiction, 2019, Steam Ticket, 45th Parallel, Into [...]
This time of year, the words on everyone’s lips are, No, no, not now. Speaking of the dead; they come from a long, venerable line. But who’s counting? Not even the mathematicians. A similar [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
