Fiction

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...

Shadow of a Man

Shadow of a Man   When she wakes in the middle of the night, she sees the tall shadow of a man stretched across the door. Her eyes are blurry and unadjus...

Leadership Camp

Leadership Camp   “Where’s your girlfriend Joe?” Marlene asked.   “She got bit…I left her. I left her…” Joe put his hands on his knees and his hea...

Forty-Five

Forty-Five     My demons stare back at me through the reflection of my son’s eyes and at the blowing end of a .45.   I watch my ten-year-old’s...

CYBERCHONDRIA

CYBERCHONDRIA   Steven banged into the computer keyboard, he had his handwritten list of medical conditions beside the screen to remind him of all the ...

The Workplace

The Workplace Some say I am a people person. None are/ have been/will be my co-workers. I find myself too readily annoyed by my co-workers who are not just ec...

Refuse

Refuse   “Dude, that’s disgusting.” “What do you know? I’ve been trying to get your attention for thirty years and look at you now.” “So?” “...

Speak

Speak   On the first day they brought it home from the hospital, the mother said she was going to the kitchen to get some formula and would he, the fathe...