MicroFiction
Longer than a paragraph. Shorter than a novel.
Playa La Saladita, Mexico
Mouth Like Blood
If I gave him two tequila shots and went down on him he would start to tell me things. Slowly at first, but I knew how to tug on the sweater threads of his past. Extracting the storylines gently. The finest strands of silk pressed between my thumb and forefinger and...
Purchase
She spent for acceleration, which left her forever high and historyless. The anxiety to save against the uncertainty of the future did not burden her. Value flowed effortlessly through the porous material of her better judgement. Everything got spent. Money, time,...
Glowing Window
A belly full of wine and good friendship before this glowing window stopped me cold on my hushed walk home.
Lattes & Light
I’m usually inside my head with the deep “Whuh, Whuh” of my own breath and whatever uptempo house track is being pumped into my ears from my headphones as I run the curves of this Andy Goldsworthy Piece called “Wood Line”. But this morning I decided to take my new (to...
From The Place Where My Heart Should Be
It was way past dark. We stumbled recklessly down a dirt clod hill towards the southern edge of Angel Island.
Mirrorball
A mirrorball of long friendships, a fishbowl of harsh reflections.
Fostered
She’d fostered an insidious talent. I’d watched her inject germs of doubt into so many beautiful confidences.
Hollow Bones
Hollow Bones I never hear you coming Passed the night between your sleepy eyes One more time we’ve told our precious stories And held out hands to hold our heads up high I dream of cancer washing over me Advancing color schemes Soft at dawn I feel that sunlight rising...