Flash Fiction

Puff

A cloud went to a party. The cloud didn’t know anyone, so it just hovered awkwardly and nibbled puff pastries in the living room. A guy came...

Fiction

So Stay.

Now you inhale her because you once read that cyanide smells of sweet almonds. In her bed, after finding each other in a bar you only entere...

The Boombox

His father announced to the table that he brought the boombox. "No, Dad," said Gerry. “If you do . . .” Gerry was my best friend, and ...

Poetry

References

One time Clay and Rob at the rental shop didn’t make me pay the late fee on some cross country skis and they said maybe instead you could br...

Columns