“Apricots” | Be About It Press | 11 November 2026
“We purchased faces as they were, good, calm and clean.”
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Scots Luckenbooth Pin : A Significant Object | EBAY Auction | 28 October 2026
“He’ll nae trouble ye. Mine’s a good bear.”
Read more "Scots Luckenbooth Pin : A Significant Object | EBAY Auction | 28 October 2026"“In This Corner of the World” | The Deadlands | 23 April 2026
He’s happening at a different speed.
Read more "“In This Corner of the World” | The Deadlands | 23 April 2026"“Proto-Indo-European” | Moonchild Magazine | 31 October 2018
Who had made the sheets so smooth and white and neat?
Read more "“Proto-Indo-European” | Moonchild Magazine | 31 October 2018"Moiety | The Airgonaut | 1 October 2017
Alone, Paul did not see Lilliane or David, Moore or diSuvero, ever again.
Read more "Moiety | The Airgonaut | 1 October 2017"She Curled Tight | Long Exposure Magazine Issue 4 | 28 October 2016
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"Smoke and Mirrors | My Interview at SmokeLong Quarterly
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"Mothers + Sons | 31 May 2016 | The Airgonaut
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"Summer Baby | 23 May 2016 | SmokeLong Quarterly |Reprint
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.
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