The Jeff and Jenny Trilogy
I remember being told to go inside, to stay inside, and feeling a firm social pressure to pretend I couldn't hear the little pop from the .22 that meant another cat, half bald from mange, was dead.
JAKE
Afterlife
She slots 50 dollars into the charity jar behind the cash register and silently bids her thanks for the alimony.
Poem for Our Friends Who Moved Away
Is this the last time we’re all at the beach? Better not to know.
The Runaway WWII Jeep
“If the jeep won’t start, you can use the choke; but never use the throttle.”
The White Pages
Reprinted from Black Moon Magazine
Overcoming a Fear of Firearms
invisible things that will render me beatific
Hallowed
The only thing he ever really did wrong was not be in love with me, and as fucked up as I was, I could never truly fault him for it.