Violin exposure
We don’t say that we regret agreeing to violin, oboe, saxophone lessons. We pretend this is the only place we could possibly want to be.
Flash Fiction
Death Works at Trader Joe's
A triptych of poetry and prose
The Meg 14: Sinbad’s Voyage
(A)pparently no one remembers Jaws,
Tuesday is the New Monday.
I must ask you to bear with us while the changes settle into place, I appreciate that this may take some time.
JOEY vs. THE GOUT KEBAB
Joey palmed the glass to kill the neon glare and peered in. Men in white lab coats sliced strips of meat from the rotating elephant’s leg. Customers fumbled with clipboards, using string-bound pencils to complete their paperwork.
Perspective, or a Brilliant Idea for an Award-Winning Piece of Short Fiction
Each command+shift keystroke combo provoked a gauntlet of urgent software updates, pinwheeling beachballs, and prompt boxes for long forgotten passwords.
Guess I'm A Paper Nautilus Now
This is my chance at freedom. That word is euphoric, I can't help but smile feeling the shapes into which it presses my mouth. That's why today has to be the day.