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"
This guy tied weather balloons to a webbed aluminum lawn chair—I think he bought it at Sears—and took off. There he is! We were just talking about you!Read more "A Gust of Wind Blows in through the Window | Matter Press/JCCA"
Clio told me to sit straight and eat my peas that meal: I knew how to make that folded toy, from memory, only that once.Read more "New Fiction: Sugar | New South Journal"
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 "FINALIST: Best Small Fictions 2017 | “Upfurler” | Pure Slush FIVE Anthology"