The Good Boy 👹🚬

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 … More

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

The Phones

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

The Day Moon Before Allhallowtide

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

The Farmer, the Skeleton

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

Mom at the Apple Tree

Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More