Love, Like Stew
My shithead ex-boyfriend and that black hole he calls a stomach. They’re both outside again. Third time this week and it’s only Tuesday. Another…
Departures
Someone breaks into your studio in the attic. They take money and jewelry and a tray of lettuce. You call a friend to change the lock and the…
Comparison
On the outskirts of town, in a building that once contained small offices: an accountant, an herbalist, a criminal lawyer, there lived a…
The Pod
Up here, as high and vast as you can travel. Through a crack in this moonlit night, past constellations bearing witness to the passing of eons, the birth…
Love Will Not Break Us
Camouflage In a dream he takes a seat in the back row of a meeting room lined with folding chairs. He counts eight people including…