The new clock
and my heart is a crocodile mimicking death. I seek God in a temple
JAKE
Genesis
no rib bones please!
Malus
A Flash Fiction Trio
Space Potato
Everything I think, everything I am is foreign.
It Was Too Soon To Thank God
It was like that old saying I had once heard: “Those who are about to die become Gods.”
The Delights of Eating on the Job
And if you’re feeling extra bold, you can try to eat the food.
My Summer of Rubber Dust
The Machine didn’t work well, not by a long shot. But, in the end, it worked just enough.