Flash Fiction

Happy Unicorn

I save the ribbed horn for last after the glowing tenderloins and flaky iridescent wings marinated in fairy juice. I take if off my plate and grip the eyeless m...

Gesture

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

Spyder

It is true that if you look down a lot of shitty streets in Denver you can see dusted peaks and it does resemble the Coors logo. To escape downtown, I’d walk ou...

The Thinker

This picture is influenced by Rodin’s sculpture, “The Thinker.” The figure in this oil-pastel picture, though, is much less defined, less realistic. Also, unlik...

Flash Fiction

Nowhere Good, Nowhere Fast The Dunns had placed a camera high up in their maple tree. It faced the Merrick’s yard. “But it doesn’t quite face it,” Mr. Merri...

Phase

Abby’s going through a phase. At bedtime we have to tuck her in and kiss her forehead three times and say “Goodnight goodnight goodnight,” and then “Sleep tight...

Shotgun

The silver of your 1995 BMW melted down the streets sliding off the corner curbs. Seeing your desires illuminated against the street signs, I got in. Your hands...