Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More
Tag: fiction
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 … More
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 … More
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 … More
Tart Apples
A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More
Mama Stops the Hourglass
Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More
A Stream of Consciousness about Brussels and Being Home
What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More
