Fiction

Fiction
Dust

She once said that all those shoes were our dead mother’s, but I knew it was a lie. Celia always turned green when she lied. It was easy to tell.

Sep 16, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Intimacy

Intimacy   Since our leader has forbidden us to use our flashlights, I can’t see, except as vague shadows, the people ahead of me marching in single file, and can’t tell, in this group of strangers, if anyone else but me is veering crazily through the dunes like a drunk. I only know it’s hard […]

Sep 15, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
In the Land of Milk and Honey

Originally published in Four Chambers Press, Issue 2 (Print)

Sep 14, 2015
Fiction
Pornographic Magic

Get this down. Right now. Before I have to get it down myself. Listen to me. All they had to do was ask me. At the very least. Tap me on the shoulder. Say hey, listen. That’s fine, I don’t mind. Don’t disagree with me on this. I could not hear them. I was listening […]

Sep 14, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Seven Clowns Before the Explosion

This is what it is all about, he knows: improbability. It is the joke that this whole circus is built around: a tiger, an elephant, a hot air balloon, right here in Des Moines or Indianapolis or Altoona. Seven clowns and a monkey piling out of a car, one after the other in a tangle of funny shoes and makeup and hobo clothes, and just when you think there surely couldn’t be more room in that car, here comes another one.

Sep 14, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Session One Hundred Two – Thursday

Have Cassie and Gwen made any progress or has she slipped back into her old ways?

Sep 14, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Session One Hundred One – Tuesday

Therapy for a sort of infidelity…. What is cheating and can Cassie heal from letting go?

Sep 14, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Mirror, Mirror

  ”Dear magic mirror,” Cruelty said, gazing upon her own reflection. ”Who might be the most radiant beauty of them all?”  The magic mirror spoke in a voice, most harsh and foul. ”Your beauty is beyond compare, but your heart is blacker than tarry night: you stole all the world’s beauty. Now there are no […]

Sep 14, 2015
Fiction | Short Story
Waking Up Marie

On the kitchen counter, within arm’s reach, lay a hammer and a pair of scissors: the instruments of murder. People did it all the time.

Sep 9, 2015
Fiction
Dovemuscle

On the sidewalk, you are a red shard caught in the furthest left corner of my vision. We each speak through our friends and past them, addressing the street. I say something about the crooked awning and hear you shift your weight. It begins to snow for the second time this week.     *   […]

Sep 9, 2015