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

Mrs. Tooms was in her garden, tending to her winter flowers, when inside the house, the phone rang. She creaked … More

After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the … More

A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More

Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More