Flash Fiction

Help

You are holding a small sign. It says, Help. You scream, Help. A spider comes. Thank you, it says, that’s what I have been trying to say. Yo...

Fiction

Circles

You are doing doughnuts in the Walmart parking lot at 2am.  You can’t sleep.  You never sleep anymore.  The song “Methuselah Rookie Card” by...

Poetry

Dinner

My cat won’t eat alone. I too prefer company when using the sharpened ends of my bones to turn someone else’s body into my body.  So I sit o...

July 4

glass bottles lining the refrigerator / ready to go off / like fireworks / their contents / staining the little hands full of / plastic je...

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