Who had made the sheets so smooth and white and neat?Read more "“Proto-Indo-European” | Moonchild Magazine | 31 October 2018"
Alone, Paul did not see Lilliane or David, Moore or diSuvero, ever again.Read more "Moiety | The Airgonaut | 1 October 2017"
He dragged his own fingernails down his neck, his love the size of Texas.Read more "She Curled Tight | Long Exposure Magazine Issue 4 | 28 October 2016"
I feel like writing may converge back to the sonnet, some new form of sonnet. Some cut-paper, GIF-flashing, Alfred Bester moment where all of a sudden a mind makes a leap and says Holy wordnado! Look what’s happened! In sum, flash is where it’s at.Read more "Smoke and Mirrors | My Interview at SmokeLong Quarterly"
From the pharmacy on Holland Street, to the haul up Mountain Avenue, then down the hill on Valley Road, along the old Leni Lenape trails through the woods, where the nut sedge shudders and the mamas stow their fawns, there is a box of Playboys from the 1980s.Read more "Mothers + Sons | 31 May 2016 | The Airgonaut"
I hear, yet see the circus acrobat, pretty lady, who can hula-hoop fifty silver rings at a time. Sometimes they are all rotating excitedly out of rhythm, and then, in a moment of fluid clarity, all the hoops shimmer as one serpentine tube.Read more "Summer Baby | 23 May 2016 | SmokeLong Quarterly |Reprint"
Hemingway wrote a Ballantine Ale ad in 1951, saying he kept bottles “in the bait box with chunks of ice” and that “you ought to taste it on a hot day when you have worked a big marlin fast because there were sharks after him.” Papa sure could toot his own horn for a payday.Read more "New Fiction: Before the Funeral | The Gambler Magazine"