“Whatever Is Pure, Whatever Is Lovely, Preserve” | Anti-Heroin Chic Magazine | 3 November 2018

He shifts his head upright and says, “Take my hand.” It is cold, rubbery like the fingers have no bones.

“Proto-Indo-European” | Moonchild Magazine | 31 October 2018

Who had made the sheets so smooth and white and neat?

Fantastic Fabrics | Barren Magazine: Vol 1 | 20 August 2018

She fluttered out of the pages, “as a sudden wave dissolves the sand-built turrets of children,” she was sure.

Review | Special Like the People on TV | Tommy Dean

“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.”

Then he spiraled and lifted in the clouds | Atlas and Alice | 30 January 2017

One by one did Cambridge, Stanford, Yale push back from their desks. One by one they nodded their heads, and gripped his hand. He was going to be nominated for the Fields.

Theseus in Belleville | 200 ccs | 8 November 2016

a moment a minute I feign an excuse, my tongue all a-tumble, unthreaded as Theseus now tired of treading a labyrinth life that reduced me to eyes seeing only the clew

Flash Reprint: Upfurler | Flash Fiction Net | 10 May 2016

Nominee: Best Small Fictions 2017 | From a distance, upfurlers shimmered like a murmuration, gently hovered there, like some air current snapped a soft blanket below their soft forms; their tears plocked down, but wore away to nothing before anyone could know.

New Fiction: Ottile | Visual Verse | 4 May 2016

Louis has imported a Javanese man, of Sumatra, who has brought with him some interesting methods to the crop. He says, “wheat may be wheat the whole world over, and bake a bread just the same in any place, but tobacco is as native as you and I and must be respected as the mayor of any great land.”

2 April 2016 | Chad Works at the IMF Now | Pidgeonholes

He moved from Shearson to Goldman to Bear Sterns in five handshakes.

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