Happy 4th of July from the Danvers State Hospital Cemetery. Anyways. Head on over to Obra/Artifact to read my short story “Wings…
Late in the Day with Gulls
The water found her feet, and there was something before and there was something after. She sat on the beach…
ստվերները լուսնի
‘You’re the only one who can still make me cry,’ said my wife from the side of the road. No…
Spine Call
Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell…
You Smell of Smoke
It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to…
Miss Apple Votes to Burn
I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years…
Where Mama and the Hallowe’en Leaves Don’t Be
After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the…
