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"
Who had made the sheets so smooth and white and neat?Read more "“Proto-Indo-European” | Moonchild Magazine | 31 October 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"
“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"
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.Read more "Then he spiraled and lifted in the clouds | Atlas and Alice | 30 January 2017"
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 clewRead more "Theseus in Belleville | 200 ccs | 8 November 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.Read more "Flash Reprint: Upfurler | Flash Fiction Net | 10 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.”Read more "New Fiction: Ottile | Visual Verse | 4 May 2016"
He moved from Shearson to Goldman to Bear Sterns in five handshakes.Read more "2 April 2016 | Chad Works at the IMF Now | Pidgeonholes"