Fiction

Static

Static   He awoke to the phone ringing. He rolled towards the bedside table and tried to grab the phone without opening his eyes. He failed three ...

Living with Regret

“Living” with Regret   “I don’t really know what to say... I don’t talk too good in front of people…I’m not used to…”   “Why don’t start by intr...

Three on a Spit

Three on a Spit   Where’s Stacy? She’s returning to New York from Los Angeles, seat 13C. She’s in the air, not laughing at The Office, she’s in the air...

Popo & Ix

Popo & Ix   To I. Cross & the Other Communists.   The semester after Cynthia Tsang and I split up I had what some would call a little ne...

Cloudberry

Cloudberry   The room is dimly lit, within its depths, a baby whimpers atop a nest of human skulls.   Flash.   This macabre tableaux is c...