Short Fiction and Poetry

My mother sang to me                              before I was born, ivory melodies that urged me to grow [...]

Some of it started with a dream. Lots have started with dreams. The sublime and the profane of it. Starring in this dream was an articulate worm. [...]

good things do not come to those who wait forever and ever epoch upon epoch of eagerness [...]

At fourteen, my friend Eddie and I decided we were ready to lose our virginities.  To each other. [...]

Waving a fistlike polyp, telling the crowd which omnipotent conspiracy to hate next, he cries [...]

My mother sits upon my chest, her talons tightening around my breast until I bled. Her steel grip silences my voice. [...]

The old stove smoked as she pulled the muffins out and placed them on the table. It had probably been there since the house was built [...]

An online obit with a photo. Five years ago. Blow-dried cloud around her head. Gone. [...]

I’m in a casino watching lots of people playing different games and they all have that desperate, grim look upon their faces. [...]

Once the Christmas lights and window-candles have gone down cellar for another year, winter’s thief steals the remaining light, [...]