FictionThe Cat
Klint rubs his knife clean against his dingy shirt. He thinks I never notice blood, metallic taste that lingers from a kiss, or his…
FictionJoelle
They had deep dark secret day at school one time only. I don’t think they were prepared for the results that decimated the entire town, so…
Blog, Fiction, Poetry, ShowcaseClock Radio #3 – Featuring Charles Bukowski’s “A gentle, alcoholic night”
This is the second time that Charles Bukowski appeared in my little magazine Clock Radio of the mid to late 1980s. He and I had…
FictionThe Dark Watchers
Last weekend I went to this wedding in San Luis Obisbo, and I didn't even get laid. It's a funny thing how at every…
FictionFull of Yesterday
Feels like I have a bag over my shoulder that’s full of yesterday. As I approach Alice’s place it gets not exactly heavy but…
FictionThrow Jackson
Sometimes I just feel like telling a love story with a happy ending, and none of that conflict that people are told they need…
FictionWhat else goes on that I don’t know about?
It’s been raining since Christmas yet the water is lower than ever before and there’s a newly revealed rock looks like the hood of…
FictionEnough
Sometimes I think I should stick to fiction. It’s probably easier to remember lies than is it to remember little beads of truth so…
FictionThe Turnaround
Ours was the turnaround driveway, the one in which mistaken cars corrected themselves, and zoomed back up the street. My mother said, somebody’s here every…
FictionMy Lies Small
I’ve been so long writing what has turned into a novella, hate that fucking word, and like, fuck me dead, I just want to…
FictionFreedom is a game of loss
Hey, Because I dropped my phone in the water and learned that sleeping masks are not tripods, I'm writing this in my notebook, sitting…
FictionToday when the day ends
Oh, the silliness continues, the messages keep coming, and the receiver keeps reading them, and reading stories written long ago A shop in a…