Category: Short Fiction
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It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces… Read more.
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A man named India felt like a voodoo doll the morning of his electric birthday. The pinpricks stabbed at him… Read more.
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Blankets of rain seed the important information of the day. Massive zeros invade my mind. A machined white cloud dangles… Read more.
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Our lives all tangled in a fishing net of anxiety. And then she’s lovely to hold. Warm wife. Oblong life.… Read more.
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Yellow emotions skid across the floor of the only grocery store. Longevity unfurls in the cinnamon rolls. The man in… Read more.
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I ordered two kitchen sinks because I’m crazy. They’re for my blue pastel villa in Italy. The blue is cerulean… Read more.
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A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so… Read more.
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The stars are coated in milk They show their knife points Pinpricks as if in a child’s bedtime picture book… Read more.
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What is it about this disarray of life that eats at my guts on a hot morning in July while… Read more.
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I saw an old television set just sitting in the road. It wasn’t plugged in, but it was playing a… Read more.
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I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so… Read more.
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