The Revolution
“Cut it out. You and I both know you don’t have a revolutionary bone in your body, not to mention the fact that, as a lover, your lack of creativity is matched only by your lack of ambition.”
Flash Fiction
"Every little boy needs a dog," barks your mother
That's odd, too. Your parents don't go out in winter. You pick up whatever they need.
La Neige
The phantoms in the streetlight had returned to their posts. The ghost of her father hung in her mind. The 7/11 was open for snacks.
Lonely Without Friends
The father stares down ten-year-old Darien. The boy rises and walks to the corner to wait for the light, then steps into the street and picks up the bottle. He brings the bottle back to his father.
Balaclava
He ignored his customers’ penetrating glares and sly whispers and began stacking cage eggs.
Exorcise Regime
We collect symbols and consume symbols and sometimes are consumed by symbols.
When the woman you have a crush on asks you to host a séance, you say yes
You’re not sure if you’re sleepy or uncomfortable, if your heart is stopping every few seconds by your hand or hers, there is something rotten about being mortal and even this crush-love—