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

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

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More