The Museum

I believe that there are places in this world that can mimic the horror that we feel inside ourselves. Deep…

Brother

fiction – So, what did you want to talk about? I pause and think for a minute before answering. I…

beetles

beetles are used to clean the last of the flesh from the skull and I wonder if they ever dream…

Grandma

fiction – Grandma is buried in Rose Hills, far East of Downtown, a beautiful and rolling piece of land from…

The Outer Reaches

fiction –   “Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun? Who made it always when it rises set: To…

Plum Wine

fiction – She drives a 1980 Volvo 343 Blue Special that her Dad handed down to her after College. She…

September

fiction – We’re on a park bench, facing a lake, and though her body is positioned forward, away from me,…

Green River

fiction –  Mike rides like the wind on a night during the last slow stretch of Fall. Cold, fast, and…

EDGE

essay – notes about art  I imagine myself standing in a Vegas casino when these thoughts takes shape, or sitting at…