Guy’s Got a Jukebox

I’m just tryna drink. It’s late. After eleven. And this guy. I’ve never seen him in the bar before. This … More

The Painted Thumb

WE OF THE PAINTED THUMBS DEMAND THAT YOU PAINT. YOUR. THUMB. They were in the dark basement of some university. … More

Hullo, Mrs. Diary, I went to the stream again this morning. That girl was still there. I didn’t bring … More

Like in her nightmare. Like the coyotes from sleep. She had tripped over something. A rock, most likely. Fell on … More

Sunrise. The spacecraft landed on a sand dune. Ocean not far beyond. The pod door opened, and out stepped the … More

At the dining room table, my brother apologized. He told me, “I’m sorry, man.” “It’s fine,” I said. “It’s just … More

Onto the train. And here sat a horrible man. Filthy and probably dying. A horrible man, indeed. Let’s hope he … More

Burying my thoughts and attention in my thoughts and attention. Buried by the sand.