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"
What’s the song? I was out of my mind on a rack of pain and thought ‘is there a God?’Read more "“Boomtown Lee” | formercactus | 30 September 2018"
She fluttered out of the pages, “as a sudden wave dissolves the sand-built turrets of children,” she was sure.Read more "Fantastic Fabrics | Barren Magazine: Vol 1 | 20 August 2018"
He threw away his Purple Hearts. Those he let go.Read more "“Shaft” | Cleaver Magazine Issue No. 21 | 22 March 2018"
“In the gentle breeze he thinks he can discern the light smell of the lilac taking over, for just an instant, the heavy smell of gas.”Read more "Review | Special Like the People on TV | Tommy Dean"
Alone, Paul did not see Lilliane or David, Moore or diSuvero, ever again.Read more "Moiety | The Airgonaut | 1 October 2017"
Nominated for Best of the Net | Nominated for The Pushcart Prize – Her cape of color stretched and spread like dampness through neighborhood views, like the music of oboes and bagpipes.Read more "Moi, Je Suis la Porte | Sundog Lit: Issue 12 | 30 May 2017"