Fiction
In the Land of Milk and Honey
Originally published in Four Chambers Press, Issue 2 (Print)
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 […]
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.
Session One Hundred Two – Thursday
Have Cassie and Gwen made any progress or has she slipped back into her old ways?
Session One Hundred One – Tuesday
Therapy for a sort of infidelity…. What is cheating and can Cassie heal from letting go?
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 […]
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.
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. * […]
Paris Portraits
Grace wore broad, airy pants; I was in tight black and fake fur. Her face pinked, washed wide and open; mine clenched white against the night cold etching its way between the buildings. She stood on one curb of the Boulevard Montparnasse. I stood on the other. Her skin felt soft, stretched loose. Her […]
Quiet People
The wind wailed outside the car windows that night like it did when Dad drove eighty miles an hour on an unbent road. I was still buckled into the back seat, next to Shelly’s car seat, waiting. The car had stopped but Mom and Dad weren’t moving to get out. They just sat there staring […]