flash fiction

Bones

Bones   This is how we prepare my father’s body. First we close his eyes, then his mouth – which is not so easy with the dead. We take a wash cloth a...

Hope, lit up

Hope, Lit Up   "Carpe diem," they said, so she lived as though every day was her last, and every hello was really a goodbye. Impermanence became a mott...

Conversion

Conversion Non-phallic sex toys mimic bugs, creepy until you're nude in a garden where erotic buzzes and squirmy worm orgasms make you a keen ecosexual. ...

Tacos

Tacos     I got a little too drunk last night and thought about how I would drive if I had been drinking out of the house. I wondered why I let mys...