Category: Fiction

Four Paragraphs

Sections excavated from short stories going nowhere.

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Lincoln

“He wouldn’t have taken it normally, but there was a girl at Lincoln’s shoulder, a fiber science major who kept touching his button-down to inspect the weave, and he couldn’t tell afterwards whether she’d only kissed him because it was 100% cotton.”

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Twenty Years On

“I was a swimmer in the night. The moon on my face, I dove off rocks and cliffs. I swim in my dreams and they sound like the breaths of fish past my face.”

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No Angel Knows

“At the top of the platform I turned left. The flat surface of the hemispheric bubble sprawled below. In my memory, the red chairs looked like rock candy.”

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The Last Accident of a Life

There was a bit of marinara sauce spilled out on the counter in a cluster of islands. Four blotches of red, decreasing in size and arcing away from the stovetop like Hawaii. The sauce was cold and was slowly drying … Read More

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The Poster

Sometimes the world has a way of telling you when you have a calling.

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Vines, Pt. 2

The dramatic conclusion to a serialized tale of owlery.

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The Bust of Sokrates

“But then the Romans didn’t want paunchy, lumpy bodies in their villas (aside from their own), so they decapitated Sokrates, already green and moldy from the hemlock, and shoved his face alone in their alcoves, dressing him up in pure white marble.”

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Michael Sard Was Here

A short story.

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Dolores, Part I

Doña Dolores was a wretched woman.

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Will Be Gone

In this fiction piece, a daughter navigates her family’s grief and theater production after the death of her brother.

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The Bucket

At 99 years old, Poppa is more scowl than man. Death it seems has forgotten about him, letting him linger and decay far past what can be natural. His life, far past being led, is endured and he swears to … Read More

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