Fiction

Mighty Max

Simon wakes up to Mom’s hand soft on his shoulder. She sits on the edge of his bed in her bathrobe, her red curls lit with morning sun. She smells like blue. ...

Here’s Where

People I know places I go/ make me feel tongue tied./ I can see how people look down,/ they’re on the inside./ Here’s where the story ends “Here’s Where th...

TUTELAGE

You stand in a class full of high school students who think you’re a joke, but you can relate to them because you used to mock the man who dressed up as a clown...

Lines Don’t End

You didn’t know why the engineers chose to lay the rails side by side; you only knew that it was strange to ride a horizontal train. All of the seats faced the ...

Boy On Display

I slept in a ball of my mother's bras as a boy - not a fetish, there was just nowhere else to sleep. We lived in the back of a department store. We posed during...

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 Snowing is so loud ...

Captions

Above: A portrait of Phillip Hillwood painted by the doddering and much-acclaimed expressionist Malcolm Ulrich appeared in conjunction with a breathless story t...