Flash Fiction

Gesture

Infinity drifting up, fading out, exhale: spaciousness. Light echoes through the cave. Darkness. A room with five lamps, three tall windows,...

Fiction

SURVIVORS

Slap back, was what she wanted to do, but she didn’t this time (though she had before). Her sister was an asshole, could be, wasn’t always, ...

Poetry

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my new credit card arrives in the mail/I buy 3 bottles of dr teals bubble bath, the cannabis sativa edition/people laugh when I say I’ve onl...