Short Fiction
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An Amorikan Prayer
In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in the air And the cackles of the unloving haunt lonely hotel halls and rooms Where the color of the walls is warm wounded gauze and infection And the static of poor reception beckons the blessing… Continue reading
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The Yellow War
She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately. I suppose you could say it’s my favorite color now. It was green for a long time due to my inebriation for nature. Then it was blue because I like lakes and water and the… Continue reading
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An Odd Day
There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate bloodlines as he shops for a birthday card for his long-lost niece. He has somehow forgotten she has died. That she fell off a cliff on the coast of Wales. Now she’s a swimming ghost… Continue reading
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Deities of Decision
A black building with windows of orange light played sentinel over a dark blue river at dusk in a city I did not know. It may have been Riga, Latvia or Baku, Azerbaijan or maybe even Milwaukee, Wisconsin. There were other buildings, old buildings of red and sand-colored brick defaced by time and the scourge… Continue reading
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The Baker
The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake up so early. What would it be like not to have to press out into the day when the sun has barely begun to breathe, and the world is painted a worrying, cold blue. He… Continue reading
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The Escape
In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow to snap, photo frames turned down on a table, a guilt like fire, someone stomping in the hallway, Jakob Moo with a knife tip pressed against his throat, a desperate temptation in a flow to… Continue reading
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The Electric Pancake House
In the warbled dawn of a coming hot summer day the crypto man wiles away in a labyrinth of enigma. The staircase to the pancake house was long and winding. He burst through and there were the smells of syrup and broiling butter. It was the essence of Isis, the corrugated dreams of a running… Continue reading
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The Crashing Life
It was a blue-gray evening dipped in pink and orange when Simon Waterbones drove his car into a KFC restaurant in downtown Amarillo, Texas. There was a mess of broken glass, toppled tables, spilled chicken and drinks. He stepped out into a cloud of dust, coughed, brushed himself off. “Shit. Sorry about that.” An old… Continue reading
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Weird Hair and Roses
She is beautiful on a space sofa, that cushioned ass. The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail. A tale of breathlessness, a tale of wind in the face on a warm summer day. Vanishing, all vanishing like liquid ghost meat… Continue reading
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Fake Plastic People Do Harm
An empty Coke bottle sits on a worn, brown Formica table in a restaurant booth. The resting back and seat padding of the booth is a sickly mustard color. A half-used plastic bottle of generic brand ketchup sits at the table’s edge along with a silver napkin holder, a miniature silo of sugar, salt and… Continue reading
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