Little Nothings Inside
The gate was a custom job. Two pieces, meeting at the middle, with the guys’ wife’s initials in scrollwork on either side. It took my brother weeks to make them.
Fiction
The Violet Ladder to Heaven
I read the whole Bible after she dumped me: Old and New Testament. Why the Bible? It’s probably not most people’s first choice of break-up read. But she’d been going on a lot about God and angels lately, so it felt kind of like scrolling through her new boyfriend’s Instagram.
Much Obliged
On Tuesday I had to drag the garbage can back to its little pen myself, but the trick repeated itself that Friday, my not being able to break away from my keyboard until after one, when I’d finished my list of recommended Roto-league pick-ups for the following week (Buy: Juan Soto. No shit.)
HEAVEN’S BEST AND FINEST NOTES APP POETRY
Truth be told, I’m a liar. That’s a lie. Or a truth. I don’t know.
So Why Do You Want to Be A Writer
Your characters, they just kind of drift around. The world has no greater meaning for them. They just experience the mundane level of everyday activities. Something happens. Then something else happens. Then it’s over. The End.
A Hand In The Clouds
Arthur worked this job. It was a job that he didn’t understand. It was a job that nobody understood. It was a job that required him to drive to these towns and villages and neighborhoods and look at the trees.
For Erica, Who Makes the Flowers Grow
We were young when we all met, intrepid seven year olds evicted from air-conditioned houses by distracted parents, left to fend for ourselves in the sunbaked streets of suburbia.