Mr. Kringle-go-Round
Time stands still beneath a December moon. The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the...
Short Fiction
Elves Chipping Ice
A dark hotel room in a cold Midwest city. The only light there is comes through the love slit in...
The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The First Instinct)
Photo by Henry & Co. on Pexels.com Rough Ride to Juarez I dreamt of having a collapsed lung and the...
The Weirdo in the Willows (Two of 2)
It was immediately after the Weirdo in the Willows downed the first shot and chased it with a gulp of...
The As Usual Eyebrows
Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com For some reason the cement tasted like butterscotch pudding when I got shoved to...
An Abandoned Place
I went to an abandoned place in a snowstorm. It was behind a fallen fence of wire, snug beyond a...
Bite of the Oven Salesman
To Better the Bread In a previous life I had been an oven salesman in Omaha spending my livid, blank...
