He shifts his head upright and says, “Take my hand.” It is cold, rubbery like the fingers have no bones.Read more "“Whatever Is Pure, Whatever Is Lovely, Preserve” | Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine | 3 November 2018"
Less may be more, but insurance claims are filed, more or less.Read more "“The Mall We Call Commas” | Five:2:One | 13 April 2017"
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"
“Big Tee’s hushed voice said hold, son. Give me a moment here and I’ll take your hand.”Read more "New Fiction: Arise | Sick Lit Magazine"
Orginally published at Tahoma Literary Review | Finalist: Best Small Fictions 2016 | The eye pauses at twenty- nine seconds, takes a deep breath, and psyches itself up to make ready and charge the sleeping Broad. At thirty-three, superfluous graphic details vanish, and the camera makes the Broad seem slutty, like, it’s go time. Get in my belly.Read more "Sleeping Beauty: Markson Fangirl"
Nominee: Best of the Net | Originally published by The Airgonaut | Reprinted by Revolution John | They dressed to the nines; they put lawn chairs in the van, they filled the van with friends and a cardboard box with Colt-40s and Champale. They tried to sit still, but cheap champagne that was so quiet in the bottle was getting loud and wild. Their team was dynamic.Read more "How to meet Marc Chagall | The Airgonaut"