Fiction

Peking Doves

       Aleister Lately had come to count on these roughly biweekly itinerant sojourns to the yawning crevasse in the Deep South. The sigil of Tiamat, primordial...

Random Balloons

SOMEONE   WAS   JACKHAMMERING   OUTSIDE   THE   WINDOW.  I rolled over, separated the Venetian blinds, looked outside. A gray-haired woman in a high visibility ...

The House

Cara’s mother always makes Cara do things that should get her in trouble—spit off bridges, sneak into the Employees Only closet, feed old bread to animals at th...

The Rodin Syndrome

I only have an hour to tell you this story, maybe an hour and a half if we’re lucky. I apologize in advance for checking my phone so often. I’m waiting for a ve...

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...