From short fiction

Pink Christmas

I catch my grandmother looking at me in the reflection of the overhead mirror. We’ve been driving in the golf …

Falling to Bits

I masturbated mindlessly to the violence on the screen. It was a report of some tragic bombings somewhere far away …

Caretaker

She fed it gum wrappers and used tampons.

Sure, this was odd, but it was an amicable arrangement.

The tampons, …

Her Favorite Colors

You can probably picture the little nowhere town of Westfield, New Hampshire, with its trailer parks, abandoned factories and half-empty …

Woman Behind Glass

She was not afraid to walk beneath the towering structures of dinosaur bones, held together by wire that was made …

Synaesthesia

Kathryn’s eyes made little plops as she dropped them, one by one, into the toilet. They sank to the bottom …

The Long Walk Home

The dropship thunders into the troposphere, leaving sickly yellow chemtrails in its wake and rattling the transparisteel ceiling above me.…

Enough Blue

R. lived in Ö-, a town curled round a sparkled bay, a convergence of sun-gilt windows and foam-blue walls. At …

Saxy Beast

He left early – packed while she was at work, as agreed; moved boxes to an unknown locale. She pretended …