Fiction – Page 8 – cereal after sex

For some reason the cement tasted like butterscotch pudding when I got shoved to the sidewalk, face hitting first, teeth… Read more.

Firefly Eyes

There is orderThere is disorderThere are purgative drugsAnd there are clouds to sleep on It was a day that was… Read more.

Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke. Read more.

Excerpt: “I don’t really care about losing my job anymore,” Truman said. “I’m on the brink of catastrophe. I just… Read more.

Excerpt: The moronic monotony of it all was murder, Truman thought to himself, as he robotically scanned groceries, pushed buttons,… Read more.

Excerpt: “I could, and I would if I lived there instead of this shithole. I would eat lobster every damn… Read more.

Truman stripped off his clothes and dipped his lanky body into the scalding water. It hurt at first, but then… Read more.

Regardless of what the science is, I’m never the same person all the time. I am liquid. I am fluid.… Read more.

“I’ve really been looking forward to this. I know it may seem strange to you that I’m so excited about… Read more.

This is a companion piece to Bite of the Oven Salesman. Cigarettes For a Saint Once I was west and… Read more.

Off to El Paso I went to El Paso. It was some summer of love and it was hotter than… Read more.

The Nomadic Mind I’m not sure if the woman in the pink bathrobe had just hired me to kill her… Read more.